We’re all what we are. And we’re all subject to change. It is a journey from here to there.
I wish I could look back and say that I have learned to love as much as I loved to learn. But if I like, there could be a cauldron boiling for me in hell tomorrow, and who can assure me tomorrow is not already on my doorstep, now that I am as old as an oak tree, and still not consigned to the grave?
Did subsequent generations ineluctably start where previous ones had given up, absorbing all of their disappointments and unfulfilled dreams? Was the present moment a mere continuation of the past, every word an afterword to what had already been said or left unsaid?
Stories bring us together, untold stories keep us apart.
Each time I say good-bye to a place I like, I feel like I am leaving a part of me behind.
Life is about perfection. Every incident that happens, no matter how colossal or small, and every hardship that we endure is an aspect of a divine plan that works to that end. Struggle is intrinsic to being human. That is why it says in the Qur’an, Certainly we will show Our ways to those who struggle on Our way. There is no such thing as coincidence in God’s scheme.
When you meet different person, another name, another religion, that’s all good. We learn from difference, not from sameness.
If wanting to be heard is one side of the coin, the other side is being willing to listen.
That which cannot be put into words can only be grasped through silence.
It was an ordinary spring day in Istanbul, a long and leaden afternoon like so many others, when she discovered, with a hollowness in her stomach, that she was capable of killing someone.
Arboreal-time is cyclical, recurrent, perennial; the past and the future breathe within this moment, and the present does not necessarily flow in one direction; instead it draws circles within circles, like the rings you find when you cut us down.
At the end of the day, we all remember for the same reason we try to forget: to survive in a world that neither understands nor values us.
Johnny Cash and existential philosophy, they both probe the human soul to see what’s inside, and unhappy with their findings, they both leave it open!
She was the youngest of four girls who could not agree on anything but retained an identical conviction of always being right, and feeling each had nothing to learn from the others but lots to teach.
A bee would work her entire brief life just to make enough honey to fill the tip of a teaspoon.
In general, one shouldn’t be too rigid about anything because “to live meant to constantly shift colours.
At night, when the moon shone high above the lemon trees and there was a shiver in the air, of insects invisible to the eye or fairies sent to exile, Kostas would sometimes catch his mother staring at him with a pained expression.
Choice and confusion were conjoined twins.
I didn’t make falafel. It’s not even our cuisine.
Trees might not have eyes but we have vision. I respond to light. I detect ultraviolet and infrared and electromagnetic waves. If.