Monday, December 25, 2017
Sunday, December 24, 2017
O Holy Night...
لأَنَّهُ يُولَدُ لَنَا وَلَدٌ وَنُعْطَى ابْنًا، وَتَكُونُ الرِّيَاسَةُ عَلَى كَتِفِهِ ....قَصَبَةً مَرْضُوضَةً لاَ يَقْصِفُ، وَفَتِيلَةً مُدَخِّنَةً لاَ يُطْفِئُ
Saturday, December 23, 2017
Dull Play...
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Music has charms to soothe the savage breast
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life.
Security is an insipid thing.
Security is an insipid thing.
Never go to bed angry,
stay up and fight.
stay up and fight.
Say what you will, ’
tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
Courtship is to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.
Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
There is in true beauty, as in courage, something which narrow souls cannot dare to admire.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
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