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“Reading is the strangest art. Your eye takes a shape, turns it into music, then story, then spirit, so a curl of ink laid long ago by a sliver of reed can become, a thousand years later, your own breath.”
― Keith Miller, The Book on Fire

“the way to love someone is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul until you find a crack, and then gently pour your love into that crack.”
― Keith Miller

“وكان هوانا جميلا كهذا

الوجود ، عنيفاً كعنف الحياة

وكنا معاً نغماً واحداً

عميق الرنين فسيحاً مداه

نموت ولا يتلاشى صداه

ويبقى يدور

يلف الدهور

يبارك سحر الهوى والحياة”
― فدوى طوقان

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets