May Adlan

“أحياناً يقف خوفنا من خسارة الآخرين لنا- بمحض ارادتهم- حاجزاً بيننا وبينهم إلى الحد الذي يدفعنا إلى خسارتهم اختيارياً خوفاً من تلك اللحظة التي يقررون فيها التخلي عنا .”
― عمرو صبحي, يوميات كهل صغير السن

“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.”
― Henri Nouwen, Out of Solitude: Three Meditations on the Christian Life

“أكثر اللحظات التي تؤرقني هي لحظات ما قبل النوم.. حيث تتجرّد من كل ما تتشاغل به عن مشاكلك الحقيقية، وترقد وحدك في سرير لتتوحد مع آلامك.. ويمرّ شريط حياتك بالكامل بشكل سينمائي أمام عينيك مهما حاولت الهروب منه، تصبح فجأة وجبة شهيّة للأفكار لتنهشك حيّا، إلى الحد الذي يدفعك للبكاء، وابكِ ما استطعت”
― عمرو صبحي, يوميات كهل صغير السن

“I'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Cheshire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phony, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party someplace or some picnic in the park, the one who is in fact soon to be gone. When you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible...”
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation