Nouf

“لا أحب الحشود، ولا الأماكن المزدحمة. لقد اعتدت على أن أسدل الستائر، وألاّ أجيب على جرس الباب، ولا حتى الطرق لمدة أسبوع كامل في بعض الأحيان. أنام في السرير وحدي. لا أرى أحداً. لا أفعل شيئاً. هذا يناسبني.”
― محمد الضبع, قصائد آخر ليلة على كوكب الأرض

“لا يمكن أن أصف لك مرارتي ويأسي، لكنك تستطيع أن تتخيل ما شعرت به: ألا تكون في نظر إنسان منحتَه كل حياتك، أكثر من ذبابة تهُشها يدٌ كسلى بضجر.”
― Stefan Zweig, Vingt-quatre heures de la vie d'une femme

“Telling my story was supposed to be a good thing but it had just made everything worse.”
― Sara Nović, Girl at War

“I've no personality,' I would tell myself. My curiosity embraced everything; I believed in an absolute truth, in the need for moral law; my thoughts adapted themselves to their objects; if occasionally one of them took me by surprise, it was because it reflected something that was surprising. I preferred good to evil and despised that which should be despised. I could find no trace of my own subjectivity. I had wanted myself to be boundless, and I had become as shapeless as the infinite. The paradox was that I became aware of this deficiency at the very moment when I discovered my individuality; my universal aspiration had seemed to me until then to exist in its own right; but now it had become a character trait: 'Simone is interested in everything.' I found myself limited by my refusal to be limited.”
― Simone de Beauvoir, Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter