Helen Keller

فالمرء حين يقرأ على عجلة وفى حالة من العصبية والارتباك دون ان يفكر فى شئ غير الاختبارات والامتحانات التحريرية , يصبح ذهنة مثقلا بقدر ضخم من المعلومات التى لاتبدو أكثر من مجرد حشو لاطائل من ورائه ولا فائدة

Me parece que la mayor dificultad estriba en escribir con el estilo adecuado al grado de cultura de nuestra inteligencia y expresar nuestras ideas confusas, nuestros pensamientos mitad sentimientos que son los que reinan en nosotros, cuando todavía no somos, en cierto modo, sino un compuesto de tendencias instintivas. Escribir se parece mucho a intentar resolver un rompecabezas chino. Tenemos en la mente un dibujo que deseamos reproducir con palabras; pero las palabras no encajan en los huecos, o, si encajan, no concuerdan con el diseño. Pero seguimos intentándolo, porque sabemos que otros lo han logrado, y no estamos dispuestos a reconocer la derrota.

Many people know so little about what is beyond their short range of experience. They look within themselves - and find nothing! Therefore they conclude that there is nothing outside themselves either.

I am no worshiper of cloth of any color, but I love the red flag and what it symbolizes to me and other Socialists. I have a red flag hanging in my study, and if I could I should gladly march with it past the office of the Times and let all the reporters and photographers make the most of the spectacle.

Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind; it requires the same effort of the brain that it takes to balance oneself on a bicycle.

Faith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge into light.

Instead of comparing our lot with that of those who are more fortunate than we are, we should compare it with the lot of the great majority of our fellow men. It then appears that we are among the privileged.

I read them in the intervals between study and play with an ever-deepening sense of pleasure. I did not study nor analyze them — I did not know whether they were well written or not; I never thought about style or authorship. They laid their treasures at my feet, and I accepted them as we accept the sunshine and the love of our friends.

The only thing worse than being blind is having sight and no vision.

He makes you feel that if you only had a little more time, you, too, might be an inventor.

So imagination crowns the experience of my hands. And they learned their cunning from the wise hand of another, which, itself guided by imagination, led me safely in paths that I knew not, made darkness light before me, and made crooked ways straight.

What is more exhilarating than to make your staunch little boat, obedient to your will and muscle, go skimming lightly over glistening, tilting waves, and to feel the steady, imperious surge of the water!

When the sun of consciousness first shone upon me, behold a miracle! The stock of my young life which had perished, steeped in the waters of knowledge grew again, budded again, was sweet again with the blossoms of childhood. Down in the depths of my being, I cried, ‘it is good to be alive!’ I held out two trembling hands to life, and in vain silence would impose dumbness upon me henceforth! The world to which I awoke was still mysterious; but there was hope and love and God in it, and nothing else mattered. Is it not possible that our entrance into heaven may be like this experience of mine?

One painful duty fulfilled makes the next plainer and easier.

"Once, when I was puzzled to know why there were so many religions, he said: "There is one universal religion, Helen- the religion of love. Love your heavenly father with your whole heart and soul, love every child of God as much as you ever can, and remember that the possibilities of good are greater than the possibilities of evil; and you have the key to heaven." And his life was a happy illustration of this great truth. In this noble soul love and widest knowledge were blended with faith that had become insight. He saw God in all that liberates and lifts, in all that humbles, sweetens and consoles."