Yahia Lababidi
Aphorist and Pushcart-nominated poet with work appearing in such publications as World Literature Today, Cimarron Review, AGNI, Hotel Amerika, Rain Taxi and Philosophy Now.
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Ambiguity: the bastard child of creativity and cowardice.
Truth can be like a large, bothersome fly – brush it away and it returns buzzing.
In life, as in love, graceful leave-taking is the epitome of gratitude.
Take two opposites, connect the dots, and you have a straight line.
To be treated with mercy, some must reveal their handicaps, while others must conceal them.
Like cars in an amusement park, our direction is often determined through collisions.
The thoughts we choose to act upon define us to others, the ones we do not define us to ourselves.
To hurry pain is to leave a classroom still in session.
To prolong pain is to miss the next lesson.
Miracles are proud creatures; they will not reveal themselves to those who do not Believe.
Temptation: seeds we are forbidden to water, that are showered with rain.
Impulses we attempt to strangle only develop stronger muscles.
Romantic: one who professes to prefer the thorns to the rose.
With enigmatic clarity, Life gives us a different answer each time we ask her the same question.
A good listener is one who helps us overhear ourselves.
The personal made universal is art’s truth.
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