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“I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?”
― Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

“Where It Hurts

There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can't pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.”
― Lang Leav, Sea of Strangers

“You talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little— I will love you for all time.”
― Lang Leav, Sea of Strangers

“Something’s not
right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it—
living in the worst parts, ruining myself.”
― Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“In the heart there is a dispersion
that is not collected except by
turning towards Allah.

And there is a loneliness that is not
removed except by the company of Allah
in seclusion.

And there is a sadness that is not
pushed away except by the happiness of
knowing Him and dealing with Him
truthfully.

And there is an anxiety that is not
stilled except by gathering yourself
to Him and fleeing from Him to Him.

And there are fires of remorse, that
are not extinguished except by
contentment with His commands,
prohibitions and decrees, and
embracing patience regarding that
until the time of meeting Him.

And there is severe desire, that will
not cease until He alone becomes the
desired.

And there is an emptiness, that is not
filled except by His love and
continuous remembrance of Him and
sincerity to Him, and if one were to
be given the entire world that
emptiness would not be filled ever!”
― Ibn Qayyim al-Jawziyyah

“إن في القلب شعث : لا يلمه إلا الإقبال على الله، وعليه وحشة: لا يزيلها إلا الأنس به في خلوته، وفيه حزن : لا يذهبه إلا السرور بمعرفته وصدق معاملته، وفيه قلق: لا يسكنه إلا الاجتماع عليه والفرار منه إليه، وفيه نيران حسرات : لا يطفئها إلا الرضا بأمره ونهيه وقضائه ومعانقة الصبر على ذلك إلى وقت لقائه ، وفيه طلب شديد: لا يقف دون أن يكون هو وحده المطلوب ، وفيه فاقة: لا يسدها الا محبته ودوام ذكره والاخلاص له، ولو أعطى الدنيا وما فيها لم تسد تلك الفاقة أبدا!!”
― ابن القيم الجوزية, عدة الصابرين وذخيرة الشاكرين

“How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.”
― Lang Leav, Sea of Strangers

“Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“More to Me

What never was,
What could have been,
was more to me
than anything else.”
― Lang Leav, Sea of Strangers

“Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“And I watch my words from a long way off.
They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my old suffering like ivy.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.
The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“مثل البحر، مثل الزمن. فيكِ غَرِقَ كل شيء!”
― بابلو نيرودا, عشرون قصيدة حب وأغنية يائسة

“كنتُ أتذكّرك وروحي تضيق
بهذا الحزن الذي تعرفين.
أين كنتِ آنئذٍ؟
بين أيّ أناس؟
أيّة كلمات كنتِ تقولين؟
لماذا يداهمُني كل هذا الحب
عندما أشعر بالحزن، وأَشعرُ بكِ بعيدة؟”
― بابلو نيرودا, عشرون قصيدة حب وأغنية يائسة

“When does a war end? When can I say your name and have it mean only your name and not what you left behind?”
― Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous

“Maybe love shouldn’t be built on a foundation of compromises, but maybe it can’t exist without them either. Not the kind that forces two people into shapes they don’t fit in, but the kind that loosens their grips, always leaves room to grow. Compromises that say, there will be a you-shaped space in my heart, and if your shape changes, I will adapt. No matter where we go, our love will stretch out to hold us, and that makes me feel like … like everything will be okay.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“Sometimes, even when you start with the last page and you think you know everything, a book finds a way to surprise you.”
― Emily Henry, Book Lovers

“Don't tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."

- Holden Caulfield
The Catcher in the Rye”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“And I thought about how, actually, if you wanted to, you could say the same thing about life. That life is terrifying and overwhelming and it can happen at any moment. And when you’re confronted with life you can either be cowardly or you can be brave, but either way you’re going to live. So you might as well be brave.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

“A statue isn't built from the ground up -- it's chiseled out of a block of marble -- and I often wonder if we aren't likewise shaped by the qualities we lack, outlined by the empty space where the marble used to be. I'll be sitting on a train. I'll be lying awake in bed. I'll be watching a movie; I'll be laughing. And then, all of a sudden, I'll be struck with the paralyzing truth: It's not what we do that makes us who are. It's what we don't do that defines us.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

“For the king knows that in order to dominate other cultures, you must capture not only their lands, crops and assets but also their collective imagination, their shared memories.”
― Elif Shafak, There Are Rivers in the Sky

“لم تكوني أبدا لي
إنّما كنت للحبّ الذي من سنتين
قطف التفاحتين
ثمّ ألقى
ببقايا القشرتين
و بكى قلبك حزنا
فغدا دمعة حمراء
بين الرئتين
و أنا ؛ قلبي منديل هوى
جففت عيناك فيه دمعتين
و محت فيه طلاء الشّفتين
و لوته ..
في ارتعاشات اليدين
كان ماضيك جدار فاصلا بيننا
كان ضلالا شبحيّه
فاستريحي
ليس للدور بقيّة
أينما نحن جلسنا
ارتسمت صورة الآخر في الركن القصيّ
كنت تخشين من اللّمسة
أن تمحي لمسته في راحتي
و أحاديثك في الهمس معي
إنّما كانت إليه ..
لا إليّ
فاستريحي
لم يبق سوى حيرة السير على المفترق
كيف أقصيك عن النار
و في صدرك الرغبة أن تحترقي ؟
كيف أدنيك من النهر
و في قلبك الخوف و ذكرى الغارق ؟
أنا أحببتك حقّا
إنّما لست أدري
أنا .. أم أنت الضحيّة ؟
فاستريحي ، ليس للدور بقيّة”
― أمل دنقل