Many people, myself among them, feel better at the mere sight of a book.”

– Jane Smiley

The penguin popular classic books-stack!...

“Once [a cat] has given its love, what absolute confidence, what fidelity of affection! It will make itself the companion of your hours of work, of loneliness, or of sadness. It will lie the whole evening on your knee, purring and happy in your society, and leaving the company of creatures of its own society to be with you.”

To see a world in a grain of sand

And heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.

-William Blake.

A few days back, a stroll through the park brought my attention to this fierce wild flower, which was surrounded by only seedless, fruitless and flowerless bushes...It had no reason to have blossomed there with its perfect hues and texture and standing out, yet it did.

Its easier to be someone when everyone around you is similar, but its very difficult to be yourself when you’re surrounded by people who won’t grow, who won’t let you grow!

“I CAN SPEAK TO MY SOUL ONLY

WHEN THE TWO OF US ARE OFF EXPLORING DESERTS

OR CITIES

OR MOUNTAINS

OR ROADS.” – PAULO COELHO

The sap

Wells like tears, like the

Water striving

To re-establish its mirror

Over the rock. —Sylvia Plath

Been waiting so long to read this one and i finally have it! Its gonna be a heavy poetry week! 😍🥰

In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time. - Leonardo Da Vinci.

Everytime I go back to the river, it breathes new inspiration, new meaning, new life into me.

It is He who spread out the earth, placed firm mountains and rivers on it, and made two of every kind of fruit; He draws the veil of night over the day. There truly are signs in this for people who reflect.

13:3

Ar-Ra'd, Ayah 3

‘You turn to Allah in appreciation and as a result, there’s a formula, there’s a rule.

The laws of nature will change if and when Allah wants them to’💯❤️

“We woke in the mornings

to the stirring of olive trees in the breeze,

to the bleating of your grandmother’s goat,

the clanking of her cooking pots,

the air cool and the sun