#books21

Everyone’s entitled to be the hero of their own story. So I must be permitted to be the hero of mine. Even though I’m not. I’m the villain.

You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago.

“Any woman who is sure of her own wits, is a match, at any time, for a man who is not sure of his own temper.”

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.”

“Maybe, try as we might, we will never be able to outrun the blood that runs through our veins. Or maybe we are free the moment we are born. Maybe everything we've ever done is by our own hands.”

“Greatness takes time, Banu Nahida. Often the mightiest things have the humblest beginnings.”

"Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds."