Ruba,  

Thank You sooo much   You don't Know how I love this novel. You have quoted from one of my favourite novels. Let me quote the whole passage; it is very nice:

"My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He's always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being."

And Catherine says about Linton:

"I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches, and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions, and him entirely and altogether. There now!"

ايمن,  

I also want to thank you. Your quotes are really nice, especially the statement of Aristotle. I want to add:

One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.- Euripides.


No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow. (Alice Walker)

I've always said that in politics, your enemies can't hurt you, but your friends will kill you. (Ann Richards)

True friendship consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth and value. (Ben Jonson)

Thank You again for your participation, Ayman !    

 
ايمن,  


Oh sorry, I did NOT pay attention to this sentence; You can quote from anywhere; no matter where the quote is from, what is important is to give a nice quote whatevere it is.

Now, to myths again; and this time, to Hercules:


Hercules and the Wagoner

As a Wagoner was driving his wain through a miry lane, the wheels stuck
fast in the clay and the Horses could get on no farther.  The Man
immediately dropped on his knees and began crying and praying with all
his might to Hercules to come and help him.

"Lazy fellow!" cried Hercules, "get up and stir yourself.  Whip your
Horses stoutly, and put your shoulder to the wheel.  If you want my
help then, you shall have it."

Put your shoulder to the wheel became an English idiom, meaning to start doing something.

 
Nawal8q,  
Welcome back    

The poem you wrote is very nice. In addition to its meaning, the use of juxtaposition is very very nice. For example:





















 
 


 
 
 
 
 

I do NOT know what shall I say, the poem is really nice, especially the line:



It's meaningful. Thank you again Nawal  
Keep participating with us.

 
عبير,  
As usual, your quotes are very nice. The simile here is fantastic. Thank you

Since Abeer has quoted from Shakespeare, I'll do the same. My quote now is from my favourite Shakespearean play, King Lear.
Lear has three daughters; Goneril, Regan, and Cordelia. He misunderstands Cordelia. He gives his land and power to Goneril and Regan. However, he knows the truth at the end. Cordelia, who really loves him, lies dead in his hands. He says at this tragic moment :

Howl, howl, howl, howl!  . . .
She's dead as earth.
. . .
               No, no, no life!
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never!

Shakespeare is really great. Like Marcus' words in Titus Andronicus, Lear does not cry, the words do cry.

It is I, Ala'.  

 
عبير,
 

Thanx a lot Sis  

You seem that you love this play, I mean Romeo and Juliet. In fact I also did NOT read it yet; and it seems to be very nice; because the quotes you choose are very nice. I'll try to read it after my exams.

Now, I come to your most important word, "LIE".


You do NOT know how I love this word. And I come now with some "lies".

I am going to put three quotes; the first is from Heart of Darkness, the second from Women in Love; and finally the third is from my most important poem in the world, "The Lie".
Marlow, in Heart of Darkness, says :

" . . . You know I hate, detest, and can't bear a lie, NOT because I am straighter than the rest of us, but simply because it appals  me. There is a taint of death, a flavour of morality in lies- which is exactly what I hate and detest in the world- what I want to forget. It makes me miserable and sick, like biting something rotten would do."  P. 38


Another person, from another novel, speaks about lies. Birkin, who is known for his strange philosophy, says in Women in Love:

" . . . Humanity is a huge aggregate lie, and a huge lie is less than a small truth. Humanity is less, far less than the individual, because the individual may sometimes be capable of truth, and humanity is a tree of lies. And they say that love is the greatest thing; they persist in saying this, the foul liars, and just look at what they do! Look at all the millions of people who repeat every minute that love is the greatest, and charity is the greatest- and see what they are doing all the time . . . It's a lie to say that love is the greatest. You might as well say that hate is the greatest, since the opposite of everything balances. What people want is hate- hate and nothing but hate. . . It's the lie that kills. If we want hate- let us have it: death, murder, torture, violent destruction- let us have it: but NOT in the name of love."  P. 137

I did NOT find more truthful thing than "The Lie". The poem is very nice, and I do NOT know what to quote and what to ignore. I'll choose the following stanzas, but the whole poem is very very nice:

Go, soul, the body's guest,
Upon a thankless errand;
Fear not to touch the best;
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, since I needs must die,
And give the world the lie.

Say to the court it glows
And shines like rotten wood,
Say to the church it shows
What's good, and doth no good:
If church and court reply,
Then give them both the lie.

. . .
Tell men of high condition,
That manage the estate,
Their purpose is ambition;
Their practice only hate.
And if they once reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell zeal it wants devotion;
Tell love it is but lust;
Tell time it meets but motion;
Tell flesh it is but dust:
And wish them not reply,
For thou must give the lie.
. . .
Tell physic of her boldness;
Tell skill it is prevention;
Tell charity of coldness;
Tell law it is contention:
And as they do reply,
So give them still the lie.
. . .
Tell fortune of her blindness;
Tell nature of decay;
Tell friendship of unkindness;
Tell justice of delay:
And if they will reply,
Then give them all the lie.
. . .
So when thou hast, as I
Commanded thee, done blabbing;
Because to give the lie
Deserves no less than stabbing:
Stab at thee, he that will,
No stab thy soul can kill!

"The Lie", Sir Walter Ralegh (1592).

Every Line is great by itself. Please! Please read the poem carefully and see how it is great.

It's I, Ala'.  

 
Hellooo, Am I alone here? ok I've a nice quote which includes this "alone".  


Why should we faint and fear to live alone,
 Since all alone, so Heaven has willed, we die,
   Nor even the tenderest heart and next our own
     Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh.
By John Keble,   "Christian Year--twenty-Fourth Sunday After Trinity".