Sally Emad

“Paris was a universe whole and entire unto herself, hollowed and fashioned by history; so she seemed in this age of Napoleon III with her towering buildings, her massive cathedrals, her grand boulevards and ancient winding medieval streets--as vast and indestructible as nature itself. All was embraced by her, by her volatile and enchanted populace thronging the galleries, the theaters, the cafes, giving birth over and over to genius and sanctity, philosophy and war, frivolity and the finest art; so it seemed that if all the world outside her were to sink into darkness, what was fine, what was beautiful, what was essential might there still come to its finest flower. Even the majestic trees that graced and sheltered her streets were attuned to her--and the waters of the Seine, contained and beautiful as they wound through her heart; so that the earth on that spot, so shaped by blood and consciousness, had ceased to be the earth and had become Paris.”
― Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire

“احبك
لا لا تنطق الكلمه
دعها بجوف الصدر منبهمه
دعها مغمغمة على الحلق
دعها ممزقة على الشدق
دعها مقطعة الاوصال مرميه
لا تجمع الكلمه
دعها رماديه
فاللون فى الكلمات ضيعنا
دعها غماميه
فالخصب شردنا وجوعنا
دعها سديميه
فالشكل فى الكلمات توهنا
دعها ترابيه
لاتلق نبض الروح فى كلمه”
― صلاح عبد الصبور

“No, I don't miss you... Not in a way that one is missed.
But I think of you.
Sometimes.
In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine
On a winter night...”
― Sreesha Divakaran, Those Imperfect Strokes

“ردّد في سرِّك إن الصمت مريحٌ لك وللآخرين ، وبخاصةً الآخرين .”
― الطاهر بن جلون, تلك العتمة الباهرة