“When I wiped you from the book of memory, I did not know I was striking out half my life” — Nizar Qabbani Copy Share Image
never believe a man can change a woman those men are pretenders who think that they created women from one of their ribs — Nizar Qabbani Copy Share Image
We killed you and it was not new for us, we killed the companions of the Prophet and the friends of God. O how… — Nizar Qabbani Copy Share Image
Love in the Arab world is like a prisoner, and I want to set (it) free. I want to free the Arab soul, sense… — Nizar Qabbani Copy Share Image
“He who fights the destinies to stay with you, He who finds his life better beside you, and clings to you despite of all the events, He who hates your sadness, and tires himself to put a smile on your face, He who cries when you’re away before smiling when you’re here, But God didn’t decide that you’d stay with… — Nizar Qabbani Copy Share
When a man is in love how can he use old words? Should a woman desiring her lover lie down with grammarians and linguists?… — Nizar Qabbani Copy Share Image
Days will pass, and you’ll abandon things you were addicted to, and leave someone, and cancel a dream, and finally, accept a reality. — Nizar Qabbani Copy Share Image
A tragedy, when a mature mind and a romantic heart are in the same body. — Nizar Qabbani Copy Share Image
“Oh Jerusalem, the city of sorrow A big tear wandering in the eye Who will halt the aggression? On you, the pearl of religions? Who will wash your bloody walls? Who will safeguard the Bible? Who will rescue the Quran? Who will save Christ, From those who have killed Christ? Who will save man? يا قدسُ، يا مدينةَ الأحزان يا دمعةً كبيرةً تجولُ في الأجفان من يوقفُ العدوان؟ عليكِ، يا لؤلؤةَ الأديان من يغسل الدماءَ عن حجارةِ الجدران؟ من ينقذُ الإنجيل؟ من ينقذُ القرآن؟ من ينقذُ المسيحَ ممن قتلوا المسيح؟ من ينقذُ الإنسان؟” — Nizar Qabbani Copy Share
My lover asks me: “What is the difference between me and the sky?” The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget… — Nizar Qabbani Copy Share Image
Life doesn't stop after losing someone, but it goes on without them differently. — Nizar Qabbani Copy Share Image
