Phrases of Nizar Qabbani

Nizar Tawfiq Qabbani, born in 1923 AD and died in 1998 AD, is a contemporary poet. He was of Syrian origin. He was one of the most polite and kind poets. Here in this article you will find phrases by Nizar Qabbani. I hope you like them.

Phrases of Nizar Qabbani

• Enough hypocrisy! So what do we do with all this hugging? We are done, and all the stories we have told are hypocrisy.
• All I know about my feelings is that you are my love, my love, and that whoever loves does not think.
• All exiles do not dispel my loneliness...as long as my great exile is within me.
• Our words of love kill our love.. Letters die when they are said.
• Once be a legend Be once a mirage Be a question in my mouth that does not know the answer.
• I cannot be free from you...and you cannot be free from me.
• Don't ask me: How am I? If you really love me... ask: How are my fingers?
• Nothing surprises me.. I have always known you as a scoundrel.
• A person does not know how to live in this country.. A person does not know how to die in this country.
• The Jews did not enter through our borders, but rather, they seeped like ants from our defects.
• Why do you alone, of all women, change the architecture of my life and the rhythm of my days?
• If I told the sea how I feel about you, it would leave its shores, shells, and fish and follow me!
• If it were not for the love within him, man would not have become a human being.
• We were defeated.. and we are still a diaspora of tribes living on hidden hatred and seeking revenge.
• Did you feel the wonderful things I say when I say nothing?
• I count the veins of the hand, and the veins of your hands amuse me, and the gray threads here and there annoy my nerves and annihilate me.
• And patience has no patience.. and sleep has no sleep.. and the clock on the wall.. from its astonishment.. the mother lost.
• And when we are on the road together and you unintentionally take my arm, I feel, my friend, something deep.
• I promised repeatedly and decided to resign several times, but I do not remember that I resigned.
• The greatness of a poet is measured by his ability to cause astonishment.
• How do I escape from it? It's my destiny Do you have a river to change its course?.
• Between autumn and winter there is a season that I call the season of crying, during which the soul is closer than at any time to the sky.
• Oh my one and only love.. do not cry, for your tears dig my soul. I have nothing in this world except your eyes.. and my sorrows.
• I didn't only love you as a person, but I loved you as a homeland, I don't want to belong to anyone else.
• I love you.. I do not know the limits of my love.. I am hurricanes.. and my emotions are torrents.. and I know that I am tired, my friend.. and I know that I am reckless.. that I am a child.. I love with my nerves, I love with my hair.. I love with all of me.. neither moderation nor reason.
• I wish the feelings would be seen so that everyone who has the right to know his right.
• I wander around the Arab world with nothing but a notebook.. The police station sends me to the police station.. The military sends me to the military.. and I only carry a bird in my pocket.. but the officer stops me.. and wants a passport for the bird.. In my country, the word needs a passport.. I remain thrown away for hours. Waiting for the warden’s order... I stare at the sandbags with tears in my eyes. In front of me there rises a banner that speaks of one nation... of one people... and I am like a rat here, sitting... vomiting my sorrows and trampling on all the chalk slogans... and I remain at the door of my country, thrown like a mug. Broken.
• Do not raise your voice, for you are safe. And never discuss a gun... or an individual ruler... for you are safe. Lamb (if you want) then you are safe.. This is the law on the poultry farm.
• Our history is nothing but a rumor. Where does joy come from? Our favorite color is black. Our souls are black. Our minds are black, our insides are black. Even our whiteness tends toward black.
• where does happiness come from? And every child among us has the blood of Karbala flowing on his clothes. Thought in our country is cheaper than a shoe. Our goal in this world is sex and women.
• I spent twenty years.. I live in a sheep pen.. I feed like sheep.. I sleep like sheep.. feet.
• October has come, my beloved, the best time for love. October.. and we have a date on Mount Hermon.. how warm and affectionate the snow is.. I haven’t hugged you for a long time.. I haven’t talked to you and the conversation is sad.. October has come, your face is much prettier.. what pleased October .. How did ears of wheat become higher .. How did your eyes become the house of swallows .. The land of the Golan resembles your eyes .. flowing water and almonds and figs .. every wound has a garden of roses .. spring and hidden pearls .. O Damascus, wear a bracelet with my tears .. and wish for everything Something easy.
• Do not curse the sky if it abandons you. Do not curse the circumstances, for God gives victory to whomever He wishes, and you do not have a blacksmith who makes swords.

Do not trust what history has told, my friend, for half of it is hallucination and half of it is rhetoric.. Our children have no childhood.. Our sky has no clouds.. Our lovers sniff the rose of melancholy.. Our writers try to jump like mice out of the censorship trap.

• Do you hear my longing when I am silent? Silence, madam, is my strongest weapon.. Have you felt the splendor of the things I say when I say nothing?
• Your face is charming, but in passion, the beauty of a beautiful face is not enough.
• Sometimes it happens that I cry like a child for no reason.. It happens that I get tired of my eyes for no reason.. It happens that I get tired of my words.. It happens that I get tired of my tiredness for no reason.
• I read The Womanhood book letter by letter, and I still don't know what goes on in women's heads.
• Do you have any doubt that you are the most beautiful woman in the world and the most important woman in the world? Do you have any doubt that when I found you, I had the keys to the world? Do you have any doubt that when I touched your hands, the composition of the world changed? Do you have any doubt that your entry into my heart is the greatest day in history and the most beautiful news in the world?
• Would you allow me to teach my little girl that religion is about morals, etiquette, refinement, honesty, and honesty, before I teach her with which foot to enter the bathroom and with which hand to eat?
• There is only one culture, which is the culture of strength.. When I am strong, people respect my culture, and when I am weak, I fall and my culture falls with me.
• I am a man who does not rest or rest, so do not accompany me on the dark roads.. My poetry is condemned, my prose is condemned, and my natural path is between poetry and court.
• Do not you sit for another five minutes? There is much in the heart and much sadness, and it is not easy to kill emotions in moments and throw your love in the trash.
• Nature collected its genius, and it was beauty.
• Charm your face, but in passion is not enough sedition beautiful face.
• Love is not determined by the geography of a woman's body.
• Love on earth is part of our imagination.. If we did not find it on earth, we would have invented it
• Love is not a novel Oriental Bouktamha marry heroes.
• All exiles do not dispel my loneliness as long as my great exile is within me.
• Our words of love kill our love.. Letters die when they are said
• Poetry is elegant speech, created by man to change the level of man.
• There is no gratuitousness or absurdity in poetry.
• Language is not a tool for entertainment or frivolity and mirth, but rather it is an armed battalion to fight backwardness, coma, and intellectual opium.
• There are not many options for poetry. It is either with the people or against them, and there is no value for poetry that stands in the middle and joins the group of positive neutrality.
• The great writer is the one whose bones are gnawed by the germ of courage.
• If you cannot be amazing, then beware of harassing yourself with the writing paper.