Aliya

“My heart started racing, not the bad kind of heart racing, like I'm going to die. But the good kind of heart racing, like, Hello, can I help you with something? If not, please step aside because I'm about to kick the shit out of life.”
― Maria Semple, Where'd You Go, Bernadette

“Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don't know yourself very well, you might even believe that they are right. But the truth is, that isn't you. That isn't you at all.”
― Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life

“Sorry.

Sorry means you feel the pulse of other people's pain as well as your own, and saying it means you take a share of it. And so it binds us together, makes us trodden and sodden as one another. Sorry is a lot of things. It's a hole refilled. A debt repaid. Sorry is the wake of misdeed. It's the crippling ripple of consequence. Sorry is sadness, just as knowing is sadness. Sorry is sometimes self-pity. But Sorry, really, is not about you. It's theirs to take or leave.

Sorry means you leave yourself open, to embrace or to ridicule or to revenge. Sorry is a question that begs forgiveness, because the metronome of a good heart won't settle until things are set right and true. Sorry doesn't take things back, but it pushes things forward. It bridges the gap. Sorry is a sacrament. It's an offering. A gift.”
― Craig Silvey, Jasper Jones

“لأنها تخاف المرتفعات، لم تثق أبداً في قمة السعادة،ولا قمة التعاسة.
تجلس دائماً على المرجيحة المعلقة بين القمتين.
فكل سعادة تحمل نذر تعاستها، وكل تعاسة تحمل بشائر سعادتها.
في السعادة، تتذكر الغائبين، وتتساءل عن دوام تلك السعادة.
في التعاسة، يخرج لها القط مبتسماً فجأة من وراء الستائر، أو تأتي قهوتها مضبوطة.

مِن على المرجيحة وصلت إلى الحكمة: كل شيء نسبيّ، والحياة مراحل.”
― رحاب بسام, أرز باللبن لشخصين