" أحب الناس الممتلئين من الداخل الشغوفين بهدوء. ذلك النوع الذي لو دخل مكانا لن يحدث أي جلبة، لكن الجميع سيلتفت إليه، هو جميل بالفطرة، وأخاذ وخافت."

ليس لعقلي قلباً وليس لقلبي عقلاً، لذلك عندما أتكلم بعقلانية أبدو بلا قلب وعندما أفعل ما يمليه علي قلبي أبدو طائشاً .!

Always keep mint on your windowsill in August, to ensure that buzzing flies will stay outside, where they belong. Don’t think the summer is over, even when roses droop and turn brown and the stars shift position in the sky. Never presume August is a safe or reliable time of the year. It is the season of reversals, when the birds no longer sing in the morning and the evenings are made up of equal parts golden light and black clouds. The rock-solid and the tenuous can easily exchange places until everything you know can be questioned and put into doubt.

Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic.

I never felt open in any way. I would never impulsively ring people and assume that they'd want to see me, or just go , round. I always had to sit down and think very hard before I knocked on anybody's door. And consequently, I never really knocked."

"I feel tenderness for him. Hopeless tenderness..."

- Marina Tsvetaeva (1892-1941)

"September approaching... I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can't face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head."

- Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951

the joy of walking quietly through your days, feeling your life wrap gently around you

when you think you have nothing left, you still have the moon, sunsets, your favorite music, paper to write on, warm clothes, new starts and your cute self

- خفيفة سوالفك جنهن مطر صيف

It is only September.
I don't know how many seasons I will be allowed to love you yet.

(excerpted from Megan Falley's "A Simple Love Poem")

- And , in the middle of my chaos there was you ….