Hind H.

“ماتت دون أن يشعر بها أحد، ماتت كل يوم وكل ليلة، عشر سنوات تتنفس وتأكل وتشرب وهي ميتة، تكلم الناس وتمشي بينهم وهي ميتة، حتى أسلم جسدها روحه الميتة أخيرًا وكف عن التظاهر بالحياة.”
― جوخة الحارثي, Celestial Bodies

“Sometimes it's exhausting for me to simply walk into the house. I try and calm myself, remember that I've lived alone before. Sleeping by myself didn't kill me then and will not kill me now. But this what loss has taught me of love. Our house isn't simply empty, our home has been emptied. Love makes a place in your life, it makes a place for itself in your bed. Invisibly, it makes a place in your body, rerouting all your blood vessels, throbbing right alongside your heart. When it's gone, nothing is whole again.”
― Tayari Jones, An American Marriage

“They all know it is there, all the people of Omelas. Some of them have come to see it, others are content merely to know it is there. They all know that it has to be there. Some of them understand why, and some do not, but they all understand that their happiness, the beauty of their city, the tenderness of their friendships, the health of their children, the wisdom of their scholars, the skill of their makers, even the abundance of their harvest and the kindly weathers of their skies, depend wholly on this child's abominable misery.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

“Sometimes I felt like the dust. Relentlessly banging my head against the walls, never getting anywhere. Always ending up in a pile somewhere, never in a corner though. There are no corners in a round world. Sleeting across the path, searching, settling for a second then pushed along, again and again.”
― Lauren Nicolle Taylor, The Woodlands