Sama

“يبحث الواحدُ عن الحبّ ثم لا يعرف ما الذي يصنع به. تقبضُ اليد على اليدِ ثم تخاف أن يقيّدها ما تقبضُ عليه. يتردد في الأذن صوتُ بعينه ثمّ لا تحتمل أن تحتفظ به يومًا آخر. كأنّي أحدّق في عتمة الرحم بحثًا عن البويضة السعيدة، أنتظر معها عقودًا ملتصقة مثلها بالجدار، لحظة النضج والتحرر، الدفء والتحقق، الالتحام والخلق ثمّ لا أعرف إذا كانت الحياة تحتاج حقًا طفلاً آخر أم لا. الحبّ مرة أخرى، ياللوهم الرائع الذي نصنعه ونتقنه.”
― إيمان مرسال, حتى أتخلى عن فكرة البيوت

“the very thought of you
has my legs spread apart
like an easel with a canvas
begging for art”
― Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey

“I always feel as if I'm struggling to become someone else. As if I'm trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I suppose it's part of growing up, yet it's also an attempt to re-invent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What's missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I'm still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I'll come to defining myself.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

“Another person's life is that person's life. You can't take responsibility.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun