Rifat Maruf

“It’s always been fascinating to me how things can be simultaneously true and false, how people can be good and bad all in one, how someone can love you in a way that is beautifully selfless while serving themselves ruthlessly.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

“The saying "it's not you, it's me" is not only a cliché-it also doesn't make much sense. That saying is so centered on humans. Maybe external things play a part in a relationship as well, you know? Maybe the air we're breathing, the atmosphere of the place we're in, or the time of day affects how we feel about another person. A person can't be that far apart from their surroundings; we're all part of this universe. Sometimes I feel as if I can say everything to you or nothing. Maybe everything and nothing isn't that different. Anyway, no hard feelings, alright? I think I just need some time...”
― Sheung-King, You Are Eating an Orange. You Are Naked.

“The sea contains many surprises for him who has his floor on a level with the surface and drifts along slowly and noiselessly. A sportsman who breaks his way through the woods may come back and say that no wild life is to be seen. Another may sit down on a stump and wait, and often rustlings and cracklings will begin and curious eyes peer out. So it is on the sea, too. We usually plow across it with roaring engines and piston strokes, with the water foaming round our bow. Then we come back and say that there is nothing to see far out on the ocean.”
― Thor Heyerdahl, Kon-Tiki

“I cannot remember who scored runs or took wickets, and I have always held in check the temptation to take an archaeological dig into Wisden to find out. Long ago I realised that to go looking for the evidence risked shaking loose the memories I already had; and possibly losing some of them as a consequence. So the important fragments of that day remain intact, shut and airtight in my mind, as if sealed in a jar. The scorecard my grandfather bought me - and filled in with a silver ballpoint pen - is long gone too. I have nothing that preserves our time together there except for the dozen or so still, square images which I can slide in a private show across my mind. These keep alive its broad outline, which is sufficient. The bold statistics don't matter anyway. What does matter is the imprint our journey to Trent Bridge left on me. It's evident in this book, which is also part-payment of an outstanding debt to my grandfather which I can never fully repay.”
― Duncan Hamilton, The Greatest Game