Lasandra Hellen

“Miriam wished for so much in those final moments. Yet as she closed her eyes, it was not regret any longer but a sensation of abundant peace that washed over her. She thought of her entry into this world, the harami child of a lowly villager, an unintended thing, a pitiable, regrettable accident. A weed. And yet she was leaving the world as a woman who had loved and been loved back. She was leaving it as a friend, a companion, a guardian. A mother. A person of consequence at last. No. It was not so bad, Miriam thought, that she should die this way. Not so bad. This was a legitimate end to a life of illegitimate belongings.”
― Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns

“In times of grief and sorrow I will hold you and rock you and take your grief and make it my own. When you cry I cry and when you hurt I hurt. And together we will try to hold back the floods to tears and despair and make it through the potholed street of life”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

“ذلك هو طراز الرجال الذين كانت تجري بهم الثورة. فهم في البدء ثوار على كل ظلم ، ثوار منفردون ينتهي بهم الأمر الى أن يعتادوا الانشغال بشؤونهم الشخصية الصغيرة دون الاهتمام بقلب النظام الاجتماعي. ولا تكاد الثورة ترخي لحظة قبضة مراقبتها بعض الشيء حتى يقعوا في الأخطاء التي تقودهم الى الجريمة بسهولة مذهلة
كان الظرف يقتضي قبضة حديدية. لقد كان يجب انزال عقوبة تكون عبرة لوضع حد لكل محاولة خروج على النظام وتصفية بؤر الفوضوية في تلك المناطق المحرومة من حكومة مستقرة”
― Che Guevara, مذكرات أرنستو تشي جيفارا

“Words are not enough. Not mine, cut off at the throat before they breathe. Never forming, broken and swallowed, tossed into the void before they are heard. It would be easy to follow, fall to my knees, prostrate before the deli counter. Sweep the shelves clear, scatter the tins, pound the cakes to powder. Supermarket isles stretching out in macabre displays. Christmas madness, sad songs and mistletoe, packed car parks, rotten leaves banked up in corners. Forgotten reminders of summer before the storm. Never trust a promise, they take prisoners and wishes never come true. Fairy stories can have grim endings and I don’t know how I will face the world without you.”
― Peter B. Forster, More Than Love, A Husband's Tale