Mohammed

“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

“أنت كتاب لا يقرأ إلا على امتداد أشهر طويلة”
― شكري المبخوت, الطلياني

“إنّ شمساً تشرق وتغرب دون أن تريني إياها، هي ليست شمساً.. وإنّ قمراً يسهر في كبد السماء دون أن يعكس صورتها.. هو ليس قمراً
وإنّ يوماً يمر.. دون أن أطمئن عليها.. هو ليس محسوباً من أيام حياتي..”
― منى المرشود, أنت لي

“ان تنتظر امرأة ولا تأتي أبداً، خير من أن تنام وحيداً
لأن انتظارها أيضاً حضور”
― عبد العزيز بركه ساكن, ما يتبقى كل ليلة من الليل