A'laa

“Sometimes, at night, in bed, before I fall asleep, I think about a poem I might write, someday, about my heart, says the heart.”
― Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

“That message is simple: When you come to one of the many moments in life when you must give an account of yourself, provide a ledger of what you have been, and done, and meant to the world, do not, I pray, discount that you filled a dying man’s days with a sated joy, a joy unknown to me in all my prior years, a joy that does not hunger for more and more, but rests, satisfied. In this time, right now, that is an enormous thing.”
― Paul Kalanithi, When Breath Becomes Air

“أن الحب سرٌ غامض لا يفهمه إلا الله، ويجب أن يظل خفيًا عن الأعيان مهما حدث، وإذا تم ذلك فإنه يكون أفضل وأشد قدسية، وسيحترم أحدهما الآخر، بل إن الكثير يتوقف على احترام أحدهما للآخر، وما أن يتحابا، وما أن يتزوجا على أساس ذلك الحب، فلا سبب هنالك يدعو إلى زواله، وإنما باستطاعتهما أن يحافظا عليه بالتأكيد، نادرًا ما يصعب الاحتفاظ بالحب.”
― دوستويفسكي

“Because — how do you explain that it is never inspiration that drives you to tell a story, but rather a combination of anger and clarity? How do you say: No, we do not find inspiration here, but we find a country that is as beautiful as it is broken, and we are somehow now part of it, so we are also broken with it, and feel ashamed, confused, and sometimes hopeless, and are trying to figure out how to do something about all that.”
― Valeria Luiselli, Tell Me How It Ends: An Essay in Forty Questions