"'Death is the mother of beauty,'
'And what is beauty?'
'Terror'
'Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory.
Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.'
'And if beauty is terror then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it?'
'To live'
'To live forever'"

"'Because it is dangerous to ignore the existence of the irrational. The more cultivated a person is, the more intelligent, the more repressed, then the more he needs some method of channeling the primitive impulses he's worked so hard to subdue. Otherwise those powerful old forces will mass and strengthen until they are violent enough to break free, more violent for the delay, often strong enough to sweep the will away entirely."

"'Do you remember what we were speaking of earlier, of how bloody, terrible things are sometimes the most beautiful?' he said. 'It's a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves?"

"Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, "more like deer than human being." To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.'"

"'Trees are schizophrenic now and beginning to lose control, enraged with the shock of their fiery new colors. Someone – was it van Gogh? – said that orange is the color of insanity. Beauty is terror. We want to be devoured by it, to hide ourselves in that fire which refines us.'"

"أُنادي الرَسمَ لَو مَلَكَ الجَوابا
وَأُجزيهِ بِدَمعِيَ لَو أَثابا
وَقَلَّ لِحَقِّهِ العَبَراتُ تَجري
وَإِن كانَت سَوادَ القَلبِ ذابا
سَبَقنَ مُقَبِّلاتِ التُربِ عَنّي
وَأَدَّينَ التَحِيَّةَ وَالخِطابا"
- أحمد شوقي

قال رسول الله صلى اللهُ عليهِ وسلم: {المُجاهد من جاهدَ نفسهُ في طاعة الله}

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