Monica Gamil

“Now that she had nothing to lose, she was free.”
― Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

“هي تترنم بأهازيج الغرام وأنا أبكم، هي تطارد وأنا شارد اللب، هي تحب وأنا كاره، هي حبلى وأنا عقيم، هي حساسة حذرة وأنا بليد، وقالت أنت لا تتكلم كعادتك فقلت: بل لا يُسمع لي صوت.”
― نجيب محفوظ, الشحاذ

“I once had a love who folded secrets between her thighs like napkins
and concealed memories in the valley of her breasts.
There was no match for the freckles on her chest,
and no one could mistake them for a field of honeysuckles.
Upon her lips, a thousand lies were spread in sweet gloss.
Her kiss was like a storybook from ancient history.
She was at home with the body of a man inside her, beside her.
At night, when she lay in bed crying,
no one could mistake the tears she wept for a summer shower
She is gone, my love. She was a wanderess, a wildflower.”
― Roman Payne

“وعندما تلج دائرة الحب، تكون اللغة التي نعرفها قد عفَّى عليها الزمان فالشيء الذي لا يمكن التعبير عنه بالكلمات لا يمكن إدراكه إلا بالصمت.”
― Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love