Heba Labib

“There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge separated us. Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you "Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?" - Immediately you did not want to anymore; and when I asked you again you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel.”
― Irvin D. Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept

“كيف يكون الشيء أمامك ولاتراه, كيف تتحول إلى اعمى كما لو انك لا تملك من هذا العالم الواسع غير زوايا البيت وبواباته التي تغلقها اخر الليل,خائفا ان تفقد هذه الزوايا!! أم خائفا من دخول العالم فجأة إلى داخل بيتك ؟”
― إبراهيم نصر الله, زمن الخيول البيضاء

“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d”
― Alexander Pope, Eloisa to Abelard

“We talked through the long hours of night. I spoke subtle circles around the way I felt, not wanting to be overbold. I thought she might be doing the same, but I could never be sure. It was like we were doing one of those elaborate Modegan court dances, where the partners stand scant inches apart, but—if they are skilled—never touch. Such was our conversation. But not only were we lacking touch to guide us, it was as if we were also strangely deaf. So we danced very carefully, unsure what music the other was listening to, unsure, perhaps, if the other was dancing at all.”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind