Here are a few quotes from my favorite authors, including: Kamila Shamsie, Rumi, etc. I call them ‘goosebumps’ because I got chills when I read these

I think it strengthens love to be thus caught in the fierce embrace of inevitability.

 An atheist obsessed with God 

 Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body, Yet no man hath ever seen a soul.

 Did my Beloved only touch me with his lips, I too, like the flute, would burst out in melody.


Can I ask you a personal question”? Of all the rhetorical questions

in the world, that is the one which irritates me most with its

simultaneous gesture towards and denial of the trespass that is about

to follow.

Your mother and I had one conversation a little before she died. She was sitting in the garden one evening when I came home from work, and she said, “I have to confess something. When we played ‘chicken’ from KDA to Clifton and I said I made you run three red lights, I lied. I made you stop even when they were only just turning amber.” And I replied, “Samina, I didn’t love you because you were the girl who ran red lights. I loved you because when you covered my eyes with your hands, I knew I could trust you to get me home.” She was afraid of running red lights, Aasmaani. She wasn’t an unbreakable creature of myth. She was entirely human, entirely breakable, and entirely extraordinary.


For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?


Is love stronger when it let’s go or when it holds on 


Her definition of romance was absentminded intimacy, the way someone else’s hand stray to your plate of food.

I replied: no, that’s just friendship; romance is always knowing exactly where that someone else’s hands are. She smiled and said, there was a time I thought that way, too. But at the heart of the romance is the knowledge that those hands may wander off elsewhere, but somehow through luck or destiny or plain blind groping they’ll find a way back to you, and maybe you’ll be smart enough then to be grateful for everything that’s still possible, in spite of your own weaknesses- and his.


How horrifying that morning when you wake up and your first thought is not of the person who has left. That’s when you know, I will never die of a broken heart.


If the greatest loss of his life is the loss of a dream he’s always known to be a dream, then he’s among the fortunate ones.


Everything else you can live around, but not death. Death you have to live through.


 “All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That’s how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day”


“Poor, enviable fools”


“The sky is stained leather. It was almost enough to make you desire the end of the world


Written by Fabeha Tariq

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