Basma Hesham

“فإن الهموم إذا ترادفت في القلب ضاق بها، فإن لم يُنضِ منها شيء باللسان، ولم يسترح إلى الشكوى لم يلبث أن يهلك غمّاً ويموت أسفاً”
― ابن حزم الأندلسي, طوق الحمامة في الألفة والألاف

“Words are like seeds, I think, planted into our hearts at a tender age. They take root in us as we grow, settling deep into our souls. The good words plant well. They flourish and find homes in our hearts. They build trunks around our spines, steadying us when we’re feeling most flimsy; planting our feet firmly when we’re feeling most unsure. But the bad words grow poorly. Our trunks infest and spoil until we are hollow and housing the interests of others and not our own. We are forced to eat the fruit those words have borne, held hostage by the branches growing arms around our necks, suffocating us to death, one word at a time.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me

“Sometimes it seems like everyone knows who I am except me.”
― Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

“He tells me to pick the music. I’m not sure if he knows that handing me his iPod is like handing me the window to his soul.”
― Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda