Ayan Serar

“It is easy to mourn the lives we aren't living. Easy to wish we'd developed other other talents, said yes to different offers. Easy to wish we'd worked harder, loved better, handled our finances more astutely, been more popular, stayed in the band, gone to Australia, said yes to the coffee or done more bloody yoga.
It takes no effort to miss the friends we didn't make and the work we didn't do the people we didn't do and the people we didn't marry and the children we didn't have. It is not difficult to see yourself through the lens of other people, and to wish you were all the different kaleidoscopic versions of you they wanted you to be. It is easy to regret, and keep regretting, ad infinitum, until our time runs out.
But it is not lives we regret not living that are the real problem. It is the regret itself. It's the regret that makes us shrivel and wither and feel like our own and other people's worst enemy.
We can't tell if any of those other versions would of been better or worse. Those lives are happening, it is true, but you are happening as well, and that is the happening we have to focus on.”
― Matt Haig, The Midnight Library

“هي لم تنسى شيئا لقد عقدت هدنة مع الذاكرة ليس آكثر ”
― أحلام مستغانمي

“يتكون الفكر والحب من مواد مختلفة ، فالفكر يربط البشر في عقد ، لكن الحب يذيب جميع العقد ، إن الفكر حذر على الدوام وهو يقول ناصحا : احذر الكثير من النشوة! بينما الحب يقول: لا تكترث أقدم على المجازفة! وفي حين أن الفكر لا يمكن أن يتلاشى بسهولة ، فإن الحب يتهدم بسهولة ويصبح ركاما من تلقاء نفسه ، لكن الكنوز تتوارى بين الأنقاض ،، والقلب الكسير يخبئ كنوزا !”
― إليف شافاق, The Forty Rules of Love

“ثمة حزنٌ يصبح معه البكاء مبتذلاً، حتى لكأنه إهانة لمن نبكيه!
فلِمَ البكاء... مادام الذين يذهبون يأخذون دائماً مساحة منّا... دون أن يدركوا هناك حيث هم، أننا موتاً بعد آخر .. نصبح أولى منهم بالرثاء!”
― أحلام مستغانمي