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“أفكر في المجازات طوال الوقت، وأنا أصعد الدرج، وأنا استمع إلى أغنية، وأنا أغير ثيابي، وأنا أتحدث مع الغرباء، أسمي سعيي عطشًا لا ينفذ، ومحاولاتي خيوط دخان، وأيامي أوراقًا لشجر الخريف، أما قلبي، فطائرٌ دائمُ الترقب”
― حمزة كاشغري, الشاعر والقرصان

“There are certain memories that remain inviolate to the ravages of time. And to those of suffering. It is not true that everything is colored by time and suffering. It is not true that they bring everything to ruin.”
― Han Kang, 흰

“During the night, there had been a sound of water on the other side of the wall. In my sleep I was looking out from the fourth-floor bedroom at nearby buildings bathed in rain, gleaming with neon and streetlamp colours.”
― Yūko Tsushima, Territory of Light

“about spirits or souls that were perfectly round once upon a time but had been split apart. For as long as they were separated they would search out their other half until they found it. That is how she imagined love:”
― Jokha Alharthi, Celestial Bodies