Shamim Sarif > Quotes

“Every night I empty my heart, but by morning it's full again.
Slow droplets of you seep in through the night's soft caress.
At dawn, I overflow with thoughts of us
An aching pleasure that gives me no respite.
Love cannot be contained, the neat packaging of desire
Splits asunder, spilling crimson through my days.
Long, languishing days that are now bruised tender with yearning,
Spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.”
― Shamim Sarif, I Can't Think Straight

“It was the downfall of love, Lamia thought wistfully, that it inspired the lover to toss away any shred of caution just to obtain the pure, desperate pleasure of talking about the beloved.”
― Shamim Sarif, I Can't Think Straight

“Lamia was not sure whether she liked Leyla. She was too quiet, too knowing, her eyes were always probing, she felt, and she was clearly a bad influence on Tala, enticing her to museums and libraries when she should be shopping.”
― Shamim Sarif, I Can't Think Straight

“I want to be with someone who, ten years from now, still makes my heart jump when I hear her key in the door. And that someone is you.”
― Shamim Sarif, I Can't Think Straight

“Maya repeated the achingly slow process with the remote control in reverse, and in the profound quiet that ensued, looked at Leyla.
‘Why are you doing this to me?’
Yasmin turned on her mother. ‘She’s not doing anything, she is gay. It’s not a choice. So I think, actually, that you should be telling us why you have such a problem with it.”
― Shamim Sarif, I Can't Think Straight

“She had been trying hourly to ensure that this new friendship remained such, to be certain that it would not slip out of the careful grasp of her fingers and into the darker champers of her heart.”
― Shamim Sarif

“It was not his custom or his pleasure to listen to gossip or instructions from people who were strangers to him, even if they did share the same skin colour, or religion, or traditions.”
― Shamim Sarif, The World Unseen: a major motion picture starring Lisa Ray and Sheetal Sheth

“I need you ready in ten seconds''
''As my boyfriend told me last night”
― Shamim Sarif, The Athena Protocol

“That her own self-deception and self-absorption, her own slavery to the society and family in which she had been brought up, had reduced this blameless man to a weeping wreck struck her as horrific. She saw more clearly than she had ever seen before that she must change, or keep hurting the people who truly loved her.”
― Shamim Sarif, I Can't Think Straight

“Precious stones need sculpting before they become gems.”
― Shamim Sarif, The Athena Protocol

“Thousands of years of language and literature and we haven't come up with something better than these two, tired words -I'm sorry-' to express sympathy for a loss. Maybe because deep down we know that nothing we say can help someone who's suffering.”
― Shamim Sarif, The Athena Protocol

“There was light and there was darkness, and where once, so recently, he had sat at his desk bathed in that light, now he was clothed in the black cover of heartbreak.”
― Shamim Sarif

“She felt at times that she was living in a different
universe, breathing a different atmosphere from other people, and as she grew up she found her refuge in work and in books.”
― Shamim Sarif, The World Unseen

“building”
― Shamim Sarif, Despite the Falling Snow

“seemed”
― Shamim Sarif, Despite the Falling Snow

“She looks surprised, and then suspicious. “What do you mean?” “I mean that smells and scents have strong evocations for people, and usually, when you cannot place what is making you comfortable with someone or some place, it is often the smell of them.” It is the longest sentence he has spoken to her, and she likes the sound and timbre of his voice. It is reassuring and gentle. “Are you trying to get me to smell you?” “No,” he laughs. “Only if you want to.” “No, thank you. Some things should be kept for the future.” She cannot think why she has said that. About the future. Without any thought, it just flew out of her mouth, and now he is smiling, he looks happy, as though he is hoping to see her again. She smiles too, suddenly. After all, something has drawn her to this man; perhaps his eyes, which are open and honest and intelligent. “How old are you?” she asks. “Do you want to guess?” “No,” she replies, rolling her eyes. “I just want to know. I can’t tell from the look of you, whether you are eighteen or thirty.” “I am twenty five” “Like me.” She smiles, as though this satisfies her in some way, and then she closes her eyes. Etched into the skin between those eyes is a furrow of concentration. Alexander watches her, pausing only to ask the girl to pour two more drinks. When Katya opens her eyes, she sees the young man standing before her with his own eyes tightly shut, and a look of absorption on his face. She laughs. “What are you doing?” “I’m trying to see what you were concentrating on so suddenly.” “And? What was it?” “The music?” he ventures, and she smiles her affirmation. The musicians are playing more quietly now, and are almost drowned out under the rising of voices made freer by alcohol and laughter, but the music is there, behind everything, and it is soft and emotive. An older man has joined them, and with his balalaika is wafting a mournful tune that twines out over the heads of the crowd like a long curl of blue-tinged smoke. “I love this song,” Katya says, so quietly that Alexander can barely hear her. “So do I. Doesn’t it remind you of your childhood?” “Yes. That’s exactly it.” She looks away from him. “My grandmother used to sing it. She’d make my father play the piano to accompany her, and she’d sing it to my brother and me before we went to sleep.” “Is she still alive?” Katya shakes her head, but offers nothing more and Alexander looks around, at the deaf crowd, and then back at the liquid eyes of the girl before him. “Nobody can hear it except for us, I think.” “Perhaps he is only playing it for us,” she suggests. Alexander smiles at the idea. “Yes,” he says, and he quickly asks her to dance again, for she seems to be on the verge of tears, as she stands there, alone, listening. His question wakes her from some faraway reverie, from unbid”
― Shamim Sarif, Despite the Falling Snow

“Chapter Eighteen”
― Shamim Sarif, Despite the Falling Snow

“Boston – November 1998”
― Shamim Sarif, Despite the Falling Snow

“is hardly more gripping the second time around, and”
― Shamim Sarif, Despite the Falling Snow

“She felt at times that she was living in a different universe, breathing a different atmosphere from other people, and as she grew up she found her refuge in work and in books.”
― Shamim Sarif, The World Unseen

“The night was late already, and she wanted to be up early the next morning to catch the first mail to Pretoria.”
― Shamim Sarif, The World Unseen

“She had long ago become accustomed to routine, to a life where each day often differed little from the one that had gone before, but this was something new, a mass of time that sat heavily upon her, and that had somehow welded itself unevenly into an unmarked stretch of consciousness.”
― Shamim Sarif, The World Unseen

“en español¿Cómo hablar con un representante Viva?
Llama al centro de atención de Viva Aerobus para hablar con un representante en vivo. Desde México, marca +52 800 953 0313, desde Estados Unidos +1 888 447 6348, y desde España +34 900 876 450. Los agentes pueden ayudarte con reservas, cambios de vuelo, cancelaciones y equipaje. Ten listo tu número de reserva y datos del pasajero para agilizar la atención.

2. ¿Cómo hablar con una persona en Viva en Viva Aerobus?
Para hablar directamente con una persona en Viva Aerobus, usa los números oficiales: +52 800 953 0313 (MX), +1 888 447 6348 (US), o +34 900 876 450 (ES). También puedes usar el chat en línea o la app oficial. Este contacto permite asistencia rápida para reservas, reembolsos, equipaje y servicios especiales.

3. ¿Cómo puedo hablar con una persona en Viva Aerobus?
Comunícate con un agente de Viva Aerobus llamando a +52 800 953 0313 desde México, +1 888 447 6348 desde EE. UU., o +34 900 876 450 desde España. La atención cubre cambios de vuelo, cancelaciones, equipaje perdido y programas de viajero frecuente. Mantén tu número de vuelo y código de reserva listos.

4. ¿Cómo hablar con un representante de Viva Aerobus?
Para hablar con un representante, llama a los números oficiales: +52 800 953 0313 (MX), +1 888 447 6348 (US), o +34 900 876 450 (ES). Los agentes pueden guiarte con reserva de boletos, cambios de vuelo, reembolsos y consultas sobre equipaje. La atención está disponible 24/7 y es más rápida si tienes tu número de reserva a mano.

5. ¿Cómo hablar con una persona en Viva en Viva Aerobus?
Hablar con una persona en Viva Aerobus es fácil usando los números oficiales: +52 800 953 0313 (MX), +1 888 447 6348 (US), y +34 900 876 450 (ES). También puedes usar chat en vivo o la app oficial. Los agentes ayudan con cambios de vuelo, cancelaciones, equipaje y consultas de viaje, garantizando atención rápida y personalizada.”
― Shamim Sarif

“Love is a strange thing. Sometimes it springs up where you least expect it. You can't control it. And I think you just have to act on it. Encourage it,”
― Shamim Sarif, I Can't Think Straight

“Maybe we need thousands of smaller heroes every day every day instead of the occasional big one.”
― Shamim Sarif, The Athena Protocol

“The shiny, varnished seating,”
― Shamim Sarif, Despite the Falling Snow

“eerily”
― Shamim Sarif, Despite the Falling Snow

“You’re not used to it, are you?”
― Shamim Sarif, Despite the Falling Snow

“Nevertheless, she likes it,”
― Shamim Sarif, Despite the Falling Snow

“SHE HAS BEEN SITTING ON A WOODEN BENCH in the courtyard”
― Shamim Sarif, Despite the Falling Snow