Passant Maged

“إن التعود يلتهم الأشياء، يتكرر ما نراه فنستجيب له بشكل تلقائي، كأننا لا نراه؛ لا تستوقفنا التفاصيل المعتادة كما أستوقفتنا في المرة الأولى، نمضي وتمضي، فتمضي بنا الحياة كأنها لا شئ.”
― رضوى عاشور, أطياف

“… Her heart remained empty once more, and the procession of days all alike began again. So they were going to follow one another, like this, in line, always identical, innumerable, bringing nothing!”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

“for her, life was as cold as an attic with a window looking to the north, and ennui, like a spider, was silently spinning its shadowy web in every cranny of her heart.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

“I was quiet, but I was not blind.”
― Jane Austen, Mansfield Park