وإذا مَرّ بك حديثٌ فيه إفصاحٌ بذِكرِ عَورةٍ أو فرج أو وصفِ فاحشةٍ فلا يحمِلَنّك الخشوع أو التخاشُع على أنْ تصعّر خدّك وتُعرِض بوجهك، فإنّ أسماء الأعضاءِ لا تؤثِم. وإنّما المأثم في شتم الأعراض وقولِ الزور والكذب وأكلِ لحومِ الناسِ بالغَيب... فتَفَهّم الأمرَين وافرِق بين الجنسين.
- إبن قتيبة الدينوري في مقدمة كتابه «عيون الأخبار»
- إبن قتيبة الدينوري في مقدمة كتابه «عيون الأخبار»
I do not write with hand alone.
My foot does writing of its own.
Firm, free, and bold my feet engage
in running over field and page
- Friedrich Nietzsche, The joyful science
My foot does writing of its own.
Firm, free, and bold my feet engage
in running over field and page
- Friedrich Nietzsche, The joyful science
مَن عشقَ شيئًا أعمى بَصَرَه وأمرَضَ قَلبَه، فهو ينظرُ بعينٍ غير صحيحة ويسمع بأُذُنٍ غير سَميعة.
- علي بن أبي طالب (ع)
- علي بن أبي طالب (ع)
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مَن عشقَ شيئًا أعمى بَصَرَه وأمرَضَ قَلبَه، فهو ينظرُ بعينٍ غير صحيحة ويسمع بأُذُنٍ غير سَميعة. - علي بن أبي طالب (ع)
لَن تَنَالُواْ ٱلْبِرَّ حَتَّىٰ تُنفِقُواْ مِمَّا تُحِبُّونَ
[سورة آل عمران]
[سورة آل عمران]
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
- Robert Frost, Acquainted with the night
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
- Robert Frost, Acquainted with the night