exulansis

“Had my silence really been a silence, or a loud voice that is mute?”

عندما تنزلق قدمك يمكنك دوماً استعادة توازنك ، ولكن عندما ينزلق لسانك .. لا يمكنك استرداد كلماتك.

"'Do you fall in love often?' Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all."

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

إِذَا أَعْجَبَتْكَ الْوَرْدَةُ فَأنْتَ قَاطِعُهَا أَمَّا إِذَا أَحْبَبْتَهَا فَأَنْتَ سَاقِيهَا.

“No one will understand you. It is not, ultimately, that important. What is important is that you understand you.”

“The Greek word for return is nostos. Algos means suffering. So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”