“ 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. Mahmoud Darwish
“ I believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light. Mahmoud Darwish
“ Poetry and beauty are always making peace. When you read something beautiful you find coexistence it breaks walls down. Mahmoud Darwish
“ Sarcasm helps me overcome the harshness of the reality we live, eases the pain of scars and makes people smile. Mahmoud Darwish
“ Put it on record--I am an ArabAnd the number of my card is fifty thousandI have eight childrenAnd the ninth is due after summer.What's there to be angry about?Put it on record.--I am an ArabWorking wi… Mahmoud Darwish
“ In Damascus:poems become diaphanousThey’re neither sensualnor intellectualthey are what echo saysto echo . . . Mahmoud Darwish
“ The mercy bulletI 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… Mahmoud Darwish
“ I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them asingle word: Home. 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… 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 disposse… Mahmoud Darwish
“ I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold Mahmoud Darwish
“ Be my lover between two wars waged in the mirror, she said.I don't want to return now to the fortress of my father's house.Take me to your vineyard.Let me meet your mother.Perfume me with basil water.… Mahmoud Darwish
“ Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless. Mahmoud Darwish
