Amani

“هل الحياة موت ؟ أم أن الموت حياة ؟ من سبق الآخر ، وأيهما الباب ، وأيهما السرداب ؟ وأيهما يفضي إلى الآخر ، حين جئنا إلى الحياة جئنا من الموت أم من الحياة ؟ وحين تركناها خلفنا عدنا إلى الموت أن إلى الحياة التي جئنا منها ؟”
― أيمن العتوم, ذائقة الموت

“A dream of form in days of thought'--who is it who says that? I forget; but it is what Dorian Gray has been to me.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“Last night I wept in a way I haven’t wept for some time. I wept until I aged myself. I watched it happen in the mirror. I watched the lines arrive around my eyes like engraved sunbursts; it was like watching flowers open in time-lapse on a windowsill. The tears not only aged my face, they also changed its texture, turned the skin of my cheeks into putty. I recognized this as a rite of decadence, but I did not know how to stop it.”
― Maggie Nelson, Bluets

“To love someone is like moving into a house," Sonja used to say. "At first you fall in love in everything new, you wonder every morning that this is one's own, as if they are afraid that someone will suddenly come tumbling through the door and say that there has been a serious mistake and that it simply was not meant to would live so fine. But as the years go by, the facade worn, the wood cracks here and there, and you start to love this house not so much for all the ways it is perfect in that for all the ways it is not. You become familiar with all its nooks and crannies. How to avoid that the key gets stuck in the lock if it is cold outside. Which floorboards have some give when you step on them, and exactly how to open the doors for them not to creak. That's it, all the little secrets that make it your home.”
― Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove