“once,a boy told a girl : i will stay with you forever, little did she know that his forever is only three months because..he died of cancer!”

“My love, can't you seehow much i love theeFor i through your eyesshall seeOur great lovefor all eternity”

“i'm too lazy to go find happiness,but i'm sure it will swing by sometime”

“غالبا ما يتخلص الناس من الأشياء التي تسبب لهم الألم ، أما انا فقد إحتفظت بك !”

“When you write about what you dream, you become a writer.When you dream about what you write, you become haunted by a curse.”

“...we have, each of us, a story that is uniquely ours, a narrative arc that we can walk with purpose once we figure out what it is. It's the opposite to living our lives episodically, where each day is only tangentially connected to the next, where we are ourselves the only constants linking yesterday to tomorrow. There is nothing wrong with that, and I don't want to imply that there is by saying how much this shocked me -- just that it felt so suddenly, painfully right to think that I have tapped into my Long Tale, that I have set my feet on the path I want to walk the rest of my life, and that it is a path of stories and writing and that no matter how many oceans I cross or how transient I feel in any given place, I am still on my Tale's Road, because having tapped it, having found it, the following is inevitable....”

“Yet I have learned.In chronicles of sorrow, too, there are joys,In lesions of silence, immeasurable noise. And certainly in the very pit of the heartBeneath the trouble in the valvesThere is kindness.Certainly in the ruby heart of this plum's seasons,A silent reason for hope.”