Maryam

“بیری من و قیبلەنما
وەکوو یەکن....
ڕوو دەکه‌مه هه‌ر جێیه‌کی
ئه‌م جیهانه،
ڕووی میلی ئه‌و ته‌نیا
به‌رەو کوردستانە”
― (Ebdulla peşêw)عەبدوڵڵا په‌شێو

“آدم هاي خوشگل يا آدمهايي که خيال مي کنند خيلي زرنگند هميشه از آدم تقاضاي لطف بزرگي دارند. آنها چون براي خودشان مي ميرند خيال مي کنند ديگران هم برايشان مي
ميرند. خيلي بامزه است”
― J.D.Salinger

“In a thousand years, Lieutenant, nothing you care about will matter. Not even to you—you’ll be dead. So will I, and no one alive will care. Maybe—just maybe—someone will remember our names. More likely those names will be engraved on some dusty memorial pin at the bottom of an old box no one ever opens.” Or Ekalu’s would. There was no reason anyone would make any memorials to me, after my death. “And that thousand years will come, and another and another, to the end of the universe. Think of all the griefs and tragedies, and yes, the triumphs, buried in the past, millions of years of it. Everything for the people who lived them. Nothing now.”
― Ann Leckie, Ancillary Mercy

“Magic is tangled, so you must be smooth.
Magic is wild, so you must be tame.
Magic is chaos, so you must be calm.
Are you calm, Kell?”
― Victoria Schwab, A Gathering of Shadows