Best 66 of Mahmoud Darwish quotes - MyQuotes

Follow
Mahmoud Darwish
By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Sarcasm helps me overcome the harshness of the reality we live, eases the pain of scars and makes people smile.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

The stars had only one task: they taught me how to read. They taught me I had a language in heaven and another language on earth.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

The mercy bullet I envy horses: if they break a leg and feel humiliated because they can no longer charge back and forth in the wind, they are cured by a mercy bullet. So if something in me gets broken, physically or spiritually, I would do well to look for a proficient killer, even if he is one of my enemies. I will pay him a fee and the price of the bullet, kiss his hand and his revolver, and if I am able to write, extol him in a poem of rare beauty, for which he can choose the metre and rhyme.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Put it on record --I am an Arab And the number of my card is fifty thousand I have eight children And the ninth is due after summer. What's there to be angry about? Put it on record. --I am an Arab Working with comrades of toil in a quarry. I have eight childern For them I wrest the loaf of bread, The clothes and exercise books From the rocks And beg for no alms at your doors, --Lower not myself at your doorstep. --What's there to be angry about? Put it on record. --I am an Arab. I am a name without a tide, Patient in a country where everything Lives in a whirlpool of anger. --My roots --Took hold before the birth of time --Before the burgeoning of the ages, --Before cypess and olive trees, --Before the proliferation of weeds. My father is from the family of the plough --Not from highborn nobles. And my grandfather was a peasant --Without line or genealogy. My house is a watchman's hut --Made of sticks and reeds. Does my status satisfy you? --I am a name without a surname. Put it on Record. --I am an Arab. Color of hair: jet black. Color of eyes: brown. My distinguishing features: --On my head the 'iqal cords over a keffiyeh --Scratching him who touches it. My address: --I'm from a village, remote, forgotten, --Its streets without name --And all its men in the fields and quarry. --What's there to be angry about? Put it on record. --I am an Arab. You stole my forefathers' vineyards --And land I used to till, --I and all my childern, --And you left us and all my grandchildren --Nothing but these rocks. --Will your government be taking them too --As is being said? So! --Put it on record at the top of page one: --I don't hate people, --I trespass on no one's property. And yet, if I were to become starved --I shall eat the flesh of my usurper. --Beware, beware of my starvation. --And of my anger!

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

I am here. Anything more than that is rumor and slander

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Poetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

For the Arabs in Israel there is always a tension between nationality and identity.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

The importance of poetry is not measured, finally, by what the poet says but by how he says it.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Sé una cuerda para mi guitarra, agua. Los conquistadores han llegado y los antiguos conquistadores han pasado. Es difícil que recuerde mi cara en los espejos. Sé mi memoria y veré lo que he perdido. كُنْ لِجيتارَتي وَتَراً أَيُّها ٱلْماءُ؛ قَدْ وَصَلَ ٱلْفاتِحُون وَمَضى ٱلْفاتِحونَ ٱلْقُدَامَى. مِنَ ٱلصَّعْبِ أَنْ أَتَذَكَّرَ وَجْهِي ...في ٱلْمَرَايَا. فَكُنْ أَنْتَ ذَاكِرَتِي كَيْ أَرى ما فَقَدْت

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

¿Quién soy después de este éxodo? Tengo una roca a mi nombre sobre las llanuras que se asoma al pasado مَنْ أَنا بَعْدَ هذا ٱلرَّحيلِ ٱلْجَماعِيِّ؟ لي صَخْرَةٌ تَحْمِلُ ٱسْمِيَ فَوْقَ هِضابٍ تُطلُّ على ما مَضَى

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

the poem is a dice throw on a patch of darkness that may or may not glow

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

I am from there. I am from here. I am not there and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part, and I have two languages. I forget which of them I dream in.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

I see a bird carrying me and carrying you, with us as its wings, beyond the dream, to a journey that has no end and no beginning, no purpose and no goal. I do not speak to you, and you do not speak to me; we listen only to the music of silence. Silence is the friend's trust of friend, imagination's self-confidence between rain and rainbow. A rainbow is inspiration provoking the poet, uninvited, the infatuation of the poet with the prose of the Quran. Which of your Lord's blessings do you disown? We are absent, you and I; we are present, you and I. And absent. Which of your Lord's blessings do you disown?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Poetry and beauty are always making peace. When you read something beautiful you find coexistence; it breaks walls down.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

One day, I will be a poet. Water will depend on my visions.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

The poem is neither here nor there, and with a girl's breast it can illuminate the nights. With the glow of an apple it fills two bodies with light and with a gardenia's breath it can revive a homeland!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

When I passed the age of 50, I learned how to control my emotions.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Coffee should not be drunk in a hurry. It is the sister of time, and should be sipped slowly, slowly. Coffee is the sound of taste, a sound for the aroma. It is a meditation and a plunge into memories and the soul.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

I see what I want of Love... I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place... I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk... and their need to say: Good Morning.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

A person can only be born in one place. However, he may die several times elsewhere: in the exiles and prisons, and in a homeland transformed by the occupation and oppression into a nightmare.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Palestinian people are in love with life.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

And you became like the coffee, In the deliciousness, and the bitterness and the addiction.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

We see them oiling their weapons to kill the gryphon they think is hiding in our hen coop. And we cannot help laughing.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

In Damascus: poems become diaphanous They’re neither sensual nor intellectual they are what echo says to echo . . .

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

I believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

I am patient and am waiting for a profound revolution in the consciousness of the Israelis. The Arabs are ready to accept a strong Israel with nuclear arms - all it has to do is open the gates of its fortress and make peace.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

And what I don't understand I grasp it only when it's too late.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

History laughs at both the victim and the aggressor.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

I wish I were a candle in the darkness.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

The metaphor for Palestine is stronger than the Palestine of reality.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Sometimes I feel as if I am read before I write. When I write a poem about my mother, Palestinians think my mother is a symbol for Palestine. But I write as a poet, and my mother is my mother. She's not a symbol.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

I've built my homeland, I've even founded my state - in my language.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Exile is more than a geographical concept. You can be an exile in your homeland, in your own house, in a room.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

We are captives, even if our wheat grows over the fences/ and swallows rise from our broken chains./ We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

In Damascus: the traveler sings to himself: I return from Syria neither alive nor dead but as clouds that ease the butterfly’s burden from my fugitive soul

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Nothing, nothing justifies terrorism.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

I am not a lover of Israel, of course. I have no reason to be. But I don't hate Jews.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mahmoud Darwish

Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.