Caroline Smith

“من يعلمك ان الطاغية كان عظيما هو يسرق تاريخك .. من يعلمك ان تقتل باسم الجهاد هو يسرق دمك فاذا قتلت الآخرين هو يسرق يدك .. من يعلمك حرمة العشق فهو يسرق حبك .. من يعلمك دخول مساجد الاغنياء فهو يسرق صلاتك .. من يعلمك ان الاخر كافر هو يسرق ايمانك .. ومن يعلمك انه مباح في دمه وعرضه وماله وارضه هو يسرق انسانيتك .. من يعلمك الكذب باسم الحيلة الشرعيه هو يسرق صدقك”
― عبد الرزاق الجبران

“Please don't go."
He let out an uneven breath. "You'll be fine without me. You always have been."
Maybe once, but not now. "How can I convince you to stay?"
"You can't."
She threw down the torch. "Do you want me to beg, is that it?"
"No-never."
"Then tell me-"
"What more can I say?" he exploded, his whisper rough and harsh "I’ve already told you everything—I’ve already told you that if I stay here, if I have to live with Arobynn, I'll snap his damned neck.”
“But why? Why can’t you let it go?”
He grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “Because I love you!”
Her mouth fell open.
“I love you,” he repeated, shaking her again. “I have for years. And he hurt you and made me watch because he’s always known how I felt, too. But if I asked you to pick, you’d choose Arobynn, and I. Can’t. Take. It.”
The only sounds were their breathing, an uneven beat against the rushing of the sewer river.
“You’re a damned idiot,” she breathed, grabbing the front of his tunic. “You’re a moron and an ass and a damned idiot.” He looked like she had hit him. But she went on, and grasped both sides of his face, "Because I'd pick you."
And then she kissed him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, The Assassin and the Underworld

“كلما رأيت أنثى، خُيّل إليّ أني أرى الحياة على قدمين”
― نجيب محفوظ