Mariam

“Eleanor was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
― Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park

“One lung, smaller, congested with rose smoke. The other, filled with a swarm of massive sentimentia.”
― Lucie Brock-Broido, Stay, Illusion: Poems

“I belong deeply to myself.”
― Warsan Shire, Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth

“We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place, we stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there.”
― Pascal Mercier, Night Train to Lisbon