When Mahmoud Darwish Said, "A University Degree, Four Books And Hundereds Of Articles And I Still Make

You were one wish away. But sadly, there were no shooting stars on the night sky

Maybe, in the end, our hopes were the wrong way around. But what am I, what are you, if not a misdiagnosis? And if so, is there a way out?

—Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes.

I mistook your daggers as smiles

all i’m saying is if you’d stop playing we could be the centre of attention at any place we walk in

If you ever unlove me, have the guts to tell it to my face. Otherwise you are a coward.

Shams smiled fleetingly. “Every man has a degree of womanliness inside.”

“Even the ones who are manly men?”

“Especially those, my dear,” Shams said, garnishing his words with a wink and dropping his voice to a whisper, as if sharing a secret.

—The Forty Rules of Love

If this isn't love, then what is?

i don’t want love, i want us to be mutually obsessed with each other. and i don’t want you to make me feel just happy, i want you to make me feel alive.

What was he supposed to do? Forget her like a vivid dream? Or remember her like a distant reality?

— Cross You Heart, Take My Name.

Slowly, tenderly, and in ever-growing circles, he moved his palms up from her feet toward her ankles and from there toward her belly. All the while his lips muttered words that sounded like a secret ancient code to Ella. Suddenly she understood. He was praying. While his hands caressed every inch of her body, his eyes remained firmly closed and his lips prayed for her. It was the most spiritual thing she had ever experienced. And although she kept her clothes on, and so did he, and although there was nothing carnal about it, it was the sexiest feeling she had ever experienced.

“Even if my heart skips a beat, it takes your name twice after it.”

—shree