Lavender

“فلا اجد سوى النوم طريقا مظلما اختبئ فيه”
― خيري شلبي, أسباب للكي بالنار

“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“Our language has wisely sensed these two sides of man’s being alone. It has created the word “loneliness” to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word “solitude” to express the glory of being alone.”
― Paul Tillich, The Eternal Now

“ايديا فى جيوبى و قلبى طرب
سارح فى غربة بس مش مغترب
وحدى لكن ونسان و ماشى كده
وبابتعد....ماعرفش....او باقترب
عجبى”
― صلاح جاهين