Emma

“May I see you again?" he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice.

I smiled. "Sure."

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don't want to seem overeager.

"Right, that's why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I'm serious," he said.

"You don't even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?"

"But you don't even have my phone number," he said.

"I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book."

He broke out into that goofy smile. "And you say we don't know each other.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“كيف يكون الإنسان فقيرا وهناك من يحبه”
― أوسكار وايلد

“ليس الضحك بداية سيئة للصداقة.. ومازال أفضل نهاية لها”
― أوسكار وايلد, صورة دوريان غراي

“الحب هو الرغبة في أن تتمسك بسرعة بشخص آخر وأن تكونا معا في نفس المكان;
فهو الرغبة في ألا تصبح مهتما بالعالم وأنت تحتضن الآخر.
إنه رغبة ملحة في العثور على مرفأ آمن لروحك الإنسانية.”
― Orhan Pamuk, The New Life