Shoq

“Yemoja was the root and Osun was the blossom, forever reaching for the sky. And so, Yemoja pretended to understand her sister, and Osun pretended she was understood.”
― Bolu Babalola, Love in Colour: Mythical Tales from Around the World, Retold

“ليس لدينا حبّ يولد حراً، وينمو حراً، ويعيش حراً، لا بد أن ينقلِبَ عليه الجميع، لا بد أن يُلقى أمامه بالجزور، لا بد أن تُزرع دونه الأشواك، ويُنفى إلى الشِّعْبِ الأجرد.”
― محمد حسن علوان, سقف الكفاية

“After a moment Charles said: “Time moves on. Because of time, first we’re alive—which is to say: indicted and convicted. Then we die, and for a few more years we live on in the people who knew us, but very soon there’s another change; the dead become the old dead, no one remembers them any longer and they vanish into the void; only a few of them, very, very rare ones, leave their names behind in people’s memories, but, lacking any authentic witness now, any actual recollection, they become marionettes”
― Milan Kundera, The Festival of Insignificance

“he asks herself whether they are running towards something or away from it. If she looks long enough she sees that they are simply running around in circles.”
― Rachel Cusk, Outline