Sara

“There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time…until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

“Life itself is an exile. The way home is not the way back.”
― Colin Wilson

“مثل البحر، مثل الزمن. فيكِ غَرِقَ كل شيء!”
― بابلو نيرودا, عشرون قصيدة حب وأغنية يائسة

“Every deep thinker is more afraid of being understood than of being misunderstood.”
― Friedrich Neitzsche