السرّ الحقيقي لا يتقاسمه المرء مع أحد
Yasmina Khadraمن يحلم كثيراً ينسى أن يعيش
Yasmina Khadra... Je n'en pouvais plus de me languir d'elle, je n'en pouvais plus de tendre la main vers elle et de ne rencontrer que son absence au bout de mes doigts. Je me disais: Elle va te repousser, elle va te dire des mots très durs, elle va te faire tomber le ciel sur la tête; cela ne me dissuadait pas. Je ne craignais plus de résilier les serments, de broyer mon âme dans l'étreinte de mon poing; je ne craignais plus d'offenser les dieux, d'incarner l'opprobre jusqu’à la fin des âges.
Yasmina Khadra...tout compte fait, je crois que mon tort était de ne pas avoir eu le courage de mes convictions. Je pouvais me trouver toutes les excuses du monde, aucune d'elles ne me donnerait raison. En réalité maintenant que j'avais perdu la face , je me cherchais un masque. Pareil à un défiguré, je me cachais derrière mes pansements qui me servaient aussi de moucharabiehs. Je regardais en cachette la vérité des autres, en abusais pour distancer la mienne
Yasmina KhadraStichwörter: regret
I hate wars and revoloutions and these dramas of redemptive violence that turn upon themselves like endlessly long screws and haul entire generations through the same murderous absurdities, apparently without ERROR signals going off in anybody's head.
Yasmina KhadraStichwörter: the-attack
A man's life is worth much more than any sacrifice, no matter how great. For the greatest, the most just, the noblest cause on earth is the right to live...
Yasmina KhadraStichwörter: the-attack
An aurora borealis rises over festive orchards; the branches of the trees immediately begin to bud, to blossom, to bend under the weight of their fruit. The child runs through the wild grass, heading for the Wall. It collapses like a big cardboard box, broadening the horizon and exorcising the fields, which extend over the plains as far as the eye can see...Run...And the child runs, laughing all the while, his arms spread out like a bird's wings.
Yasmina KhadraStichwörter: the-attack
The can take everything you own- your property, your best years, all your joys, all your good works, everything down to your last shirt- but you'll always have your dreams, so you can reinvent your stolen world.
Yasmina KhadraStichwörter: the-attack
I just want to be able to live my share of existence without being obliged to detract from the existence of others. I don't belive in prophecies that favor suffering over common sense. I came naked into the world, I'll leave it naked, what I possess doesn't belong to me, and neither do other people's lives. All human unhappiness comes from this misunderstanding. You have to be prepared to give back what God has loaned you. No earthly thing belongs to you, not really. Neither the homeland you talk about nor the grave where you'll be dust among the dust.
Yasmina KhadraStichwörter: the-attack
علمني الأدب أن الحقيقة لا يفاوض عليها، و إن كنت امتنعت دوما عن الأكل عندما يعضني الجوع فلأنني لا آكل من أي معلف
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