Fati

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson

“أعتقد أن المرأة مهما بلغ جمال جسمها فإنها تفتقد الأنوثة إذا كانت غبية أو ضعيفة الشخصية أو متصنعة أو كاذبة.”
― Nawal El Saadawi, مذكرات طبيبة

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin