Hafsa Salman

“and alice, i do feel like a failure, and in a way my life really is nothing, and very few people care what happens in it. it's so hard to see the point sometimes, when the things in life i think are meaningful turn out to mean nothing, and the people who are supposed to love me don't ... maybe certain kinds of pain, at certain formative stages in life, just impress themselves into a person's sense of self permanently ... and now i just feel like the kind of person whose life partner would fall out of live with them after several years, and i can't find a way not to be that kind of person anymore.”
― sally rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You

“Who is now alone, will long remain so, / will wake, read, write long letters / and wander restlessly here and there / along the avenues, as the leaves are drifting.”
― Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You

“...but all that really means is that I love my life, and I'm really excited to have it back again, excited to feel that its going to continue, that new things will keep happening, that nothing is over yet.”
― Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You

“For a time they sat there on the stairs, not speaking, or speaking absently about things that had happened a long time ago, silly arguments they’d had, people they used to know, things they had laughed about together. Old conversations, repeated many times before. Then quiet again for a little while. I just want everything to be like it was, Eileen said. And for us to be young again and live near each other, and nothing to be different. Alice was smiling sadly. But if things are different, can we still be friends? she asked. Eileen put her arm around Alice’s shoulders. If you weren’t my friend I wouldn’t know who I was, she said. Alice rested her face in Eileen’s arm, closing her eyes. No, she agreed. I wouldn’t know who I was either. And actually for a while I didn’t. Eileen looked down at Alice’s small blonde head, nestled on the sleeve of her dressing gown. Neither did I, she said. Half past two in the morning. Outside, astronomical twilight. Crescent moon hanging low over the dark water. Tide returning now with a faint repeating rush over the sand. Another place, another time.”
― Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You