Forwarded from آلـــهـة (L)
نستطيع أن نؤكد أن شخصيات دوستويفسكي ليست في الحقيقة إلا شخصية واحدة وهو ينهار داخل نفسه، فـ"دوستويفسكي" نفسه ليس بشرا، بل هو مستشفى من الأمراض النفسية، ومكتبة من الفلاسفة، وسربا من الأنبياء المتدينين، وقطيعا من المجرمين، وحفنة من الأنبياء الاجتماعيين ولكن متحدين في شخص واحد. ورواياته ليست إلا استعراضا لتمزقات مجتمع بأكمله حين تصبح تمزقات فرد واحد
- حسين البرغوثي
- حسين البرغوثي
I was used to my mind being my best friend; of carrying on endless conversations within my head; of having a built-in source of laughter or analytic thought to rescue me from boring or painful surroundings. I counted upon my mind’s acuity, interest, and loyalty as a matter of course. Now, all of a sudden, my mind had turned on me: it mocked me for my vapid enthusiasms; it laughed at all of my foolish plans; it no longer found anything interesting or enjoyable or worthwhile. It was incapable of concentrated thought and turned time and again to the subject of death: I was going to die, what difference did anything make? Life’s run was only a short and meaningless one, why live? I was totally exhausted and could scarcely pull myself out of bed in the mornings.
- An unquiet mind, by Kay R. Jamison
- An unquiet mind, by Kay R. Jamison
Forwarded from Dabi🏴☠️ (محمدعلي)
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Apparently With No Surprise
To any happy Flower,
The Frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
The blond assassin passes on.
The sun proceeds unmoved,
To measure off another day,
For an approving God!
By Emily Dickinson
To any happy Flower,
The Frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
The blond assassin passes on.
The sun proceeds unmoved,
To measure off another day,
For an approving God!
By Emily Dickinson