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“Favorite word?” he whispers.
I don’t even hesitate: “You.”
― Christina Lauren, Love and Other Words

“I think I only appear smart by staying quiet as often as possible.”
― Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends

“You underestimate your own power so you don't have to blame yourself for treating other people badly.”
― Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends

“Things matter to me more than they do to normal people, I thought. I need to relax and let things go. I should experiment with drugs.”
― Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends

“You can love more than one person, she said. That's arguable. Why is it any different from having more than one friend? You're friends with me and you also have other friends, does that mean you don't really value me? I don't have other friends, I said.”
― Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends

“People were always wanting me to show some weakness so they could reassure me. It made them feel worthy.”
― Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends

“She slipped out of my grasp like a thought.”
― Sally Rooney, Conversations with Friends

“I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.
I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near onto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“إن لي قُدرة لم أعرف مثلها في حياتي على تصورك ورؤيتك، وحين أرى منظرًا أو أسمع كلمة وأعلق عليها بيني وبين نفسي أسمع جوابك في أذني، كأنك واقفة إلى جواري ويدك في يدي. أحيانًا أسمعكِ تضحكين وأحيانًا أسمعكِ ترفضين رأيي وأحيانًا تسبقيني إلى التعليق، وأنظر إلى عيون الواقفين أمامي لأرى إن كانوا قد لمحوك معي!”
― غسان كنفاني, رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان

“وأعرف منك أيضا بأنني أحبك إلى حد أستطيع أن أغيب فيه بالصورة التي تشائين إذا كنت تعتقدين أن هذا الغياب سيجعلك أكثر سعادة”
― غسان كنفاني, رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان

“أفتقدكِ أكثر مما في توق رجلٍ واحد أن يفتقدَ امرأةً واحدة”
― غادة السمان, رسائل غسان كنفاني الى غادة السمان

“عشت معكِ حقيقة عمري ، ضعت فيكِ إلى حد لم أصدق أنه قد تمضين ، كان ذلك مثل المستحيل ، و لكنكِ ذات صباح غبتِ كما لو أن شروقكِ في جبيني لم يكن”
― غسان كنفاني, رسائل غسان كنفاني إلى غادة السمان

“I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“Yours

(now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“Dear Milena,
I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“When one is alone, imperfection must be endured every minute of the day; a couple, however, does not have to put up with it. Aren’t our eyes made to be torn out, and our hearts for the same purpose? At the same time it’s really not that bad; that’s an exaggeration and a lie, everything is exaggeration, the only truth is longing. But even the truth of longing is not so much its own truth; it’s really an expression for everything else, which is a lie. This sounds crazy and distorted, but it’s true. Moreover, perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most - you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

“I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.”
― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena