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“Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.”
― Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies

“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

“What cannot letters inspire? They have souls; they can speak; they have in them all that force which expresses the transports of the heart....”
― Héloïse

“I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.”
― Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

“I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer

“I feel too much. That's what's going on.' 'Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?' 'My insides don't match up with my outsides.' 'Do anyone's insides and outsides match up?' 'I don't know. I'm only me.' 'Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and outside.' 'But it's worse for me.' 'I wonder if everyone thinks it's worse for him.' 'Probably. But it really is worse for me.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“Songs are as sad as the listener.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close

“لا تصدقها.
ستخبرك عن أشياء لم أرتكبها، وستبكي بين ذراعيك لعل قلبك يرق أو يعفو
وستعطيك من نفسها ما يبدَّل حالك، وأنت تفهم كم يمكن لامرأة تجيد المنح أن تأخذ.
تلك هي الحقيقة بكل قسوتها. فافعل ما يحلو لك.

لا تصدقها.
ستحلف لك بكل المقدسات، وستدعو علي نفسها بالعماء إن كانت، هي، من الكاذبين
وستتحسس ذقنك النابتة من تلقاء نفسها، وكلنا يعرف ما للمس الوجه من تأثير مريح.
تلك هي الحقيقة بكل قسوتها. فافعل ما يحلو لك.

لا تصدقها.
سترقص كالأفعي، وستزحف بين عُشب صدرك.
وستنشب أنيابها فيك دون تردد، وبعض الحب سمٌ لا ترياق له.
تلك هي الحقيقة بكل قسوتها. فافعل ما يحلو لك.

لا تصدقها.
ستتحرش بانفلات أعصابك، لتمارس سلطانها الأنثوي المُقدَّس.
ستلعق الأسفلت من تحت قدميك حتي تُرضيك فترضخ.
تلك هي الحقيقة بكل قسوتها. فافعل ما يحلو لك.

لا تصدقها.
ستغرس طعنها في مُنتهي ضعفك.
المقبض في قلبها، فلماذا تنزف أنت؟
تلك هي الحقيقة بكل قسوتها. فافعل ما يحلو لك.

لا تصدقها.
هي ليست كما تبدو.
ستباغتك كما يباغت اللهب أجنحة الفراش.
تلك هي الحقيقة بكل قسوتها. فافعل ما يحلو لك.

لا تصدقها.
ستغرز أظافرها في لحم ظهرك.
وستخطف صوابك المُنهك.
تلك هي الحقيقة بكل قسوتها. فافعل ما يحلو لك.

لا تصدقها.
ستعطيك أولها بحثا عن مُنتهاك.
وستسمح لك بانتهاك الشمس حتي تبكي خيوط المغيب.
تلك هي الحقيقة بكل قسوتها. فافعل ما يحلو لك.

لا تصدقها.
حين تستسلم لك تماما.
فهي تستعد لسحقك في لحظة.
تلك هي الحقيقة بكل قسوتها. فافعل ما يحلو لك.

لا تصدقها.
ستناديك باسمك الذي لا تعرفه.
وستُقسم لك أنك أنا.
تلك هي الحقيقة بكل قسوتها. فافعل ما يحلو لك.”
― أحمد العايدي

“ما كرهتش حد في الدنيا قد اللي حبيته
ومن ساعتها أنا كل ما أحب حد
أسيبه عشان ماخسروش”
― أحمد العايدي

“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“The way you're singing in your sleep
The way you look before you leap
The strange illusions that you keep
You don't know
But I'm noticing

The way your touch turns into arcs
The way you slide into the dark
The beating of my open heart
You don't know
But I'm noticing”
― David Levithan, Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

“I'm in love with you," he said quietly.

"Augustus," I said.

"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“I want to stop running away from everything.
I want to find something to run toward.”
― Hannah Harrington, Saving June

“We left behind this small town
But we couldn't leave behind the ghosts
As we headed for the coast, yeah, and you know
There was something in the way she told me
How my hair looked stupid, and
How she couldn't hold her tequila, and
How she was broken and beautiful and
Still standing, and how was I supposed to know
All along we were saving June
Saving June, yeah
She had flowers in her hair and one powerful glare
My modern day Rubik's Cube, she made me feel
Like maybe we could have it all
But you can never have it all
And now I've gone and lost
All these things that they always sang about
All the things that I still dream about
Now I'm counting up the days, counting all the ways
I never said what it means, but it's too late 'cause
June is over and so are we
And I'm the one left, with nothing to save”
― Hannah Harrington, Saving June