Dina

“على الرغم من "ألا تعرف من أنا؟ أنا باشا أو ابن باشا" لم تكن قد اختفت تماماً، فإنه قد أصبح دارجاً أيضاً الآن قول: "ألا تعرف من أنا؟ أنا عقيد أو لواء أو ابن هذا أو ذاك". يريدونني أن التحق بالجيش.”
― وجيه غالي, Beer in the Snooker Club

“Thank you,’ I answered, unsure of the proper American response to her gracious enthusiasm. In the Arab world, gratitude is a language unto itself. “May Allah bless the hands that give me this gift”; “Beauty is in the eyes that find me pretty”; “May Allah never deny your prayer”; and so on, an infinite string of prayerful appreciation. Coming from such a culture, I have always found a mere “thank you” an insufficient expression that makes my voice sound miserly and ungrateful.” (169).”
― Susan Abulhawa, Mornings in Jenin

“Every atom of Markus melted into intense pleasure. And at the center of this ecstatic realm, his heart leapt with joy throughout his entire body.”
― David Foenkinos, Delicacy

“Come with every wound and every woman you’ve ever loved; every lie you’ve ever told and whatever it is that keeps you up at night. Every mouth you’ve punched in, all the blood you’ve ever tasted. Come with every enemy you’ve ever made and all the family you’ve ever buried and every dirty thing you’ve ever done; every drink that’s burnt your throat and every morning you’ve woken with nothing and no one. Come with all your loss, your regrets, sins, memories, black outs, secrets. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”
― Warsan Shire