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  • #1
    خالد حسيني
    “في ذلك الأسبوع، رسخت في ذهنها قناعة أن من بين كل المشقات التي يواجهها الشخص لا شيء أكثر عقابًا من فعل الانتظار”
    خالد حسيني, A Thousand Splendid Suns

  • #2
    خالد حسيني
    “لأجلك ألف مرةٍ أُخرى”
    خالد حسيني, عداء الطائرة الورقية

  • #3
    خالد حسيني
    “دعيني أخبرك شيئاً. قلب الرجل مثيرٌ للأسى، إنه مثير للأسى يا مريم، إنه ليس كرحم الأم. إنه لا ينزف الدم، لن يتوسع ليصنع لكِ منزلاً.”
    خالد حسيني, A Thousand Splendid Suns

  • #4
    خالد حسيني
    “كان نقيًّا جدًا، تشعر دائما بالتصنع وأنت في صحبته.”
    خالد حسيني, The Kite Runner

  • #5
    Donna Tartt
    “Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it.”
    Donna Tartt, The Secret History

  • #6
    Sappho
    “I don't know what to do
    two states of mind in me”
    Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

  • #7
    Sappho
    “not one girl I think
    who looks on the light of the sun
    will ever
    have wisdom
    like this”
    Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

  • #8
    Sappho
    “of all stars the most beautiful”
    Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

  • #9
    Peter S. Beagle
    “If she had touched me," he said very softly, "I would have been hers and not my own, not ever again. I wanted her to touch me but I could not let her. No cat will. We let human beings caress us because it is pleasant enough and calms them - but not her. The price is more than a cat can pay.”
    Peter S. Beagle

  • #10
    Mehmet Murat ildan
    “Similar souls wander in the similar places! They may not know each other, but often they touch the same winds, they step on the same leaves, their looks are lost in the same horizons!”
    Mehmet Murat ildan

  • #11
    Sanober  Khan
    “lean in to kiss me
    in all the places

    where the ache
    is
    the most special.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #12
    John Keats
    “Touch has a memory. O say, love, say,
    What can I do to kill it and be free?”
    John Keats

  • #13
    Kitty Thomas
    “He said it with everything he did, every touch, every caress, every physical pleasure he bestowed upon me. Give it all to me. Give me your will.”
    Kitty Thomas, Comfort Food

  • #14
    Banana Yoshimoto
    “This is what it means to be loved... when someone wants to touch you, to be tender...”
    Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake

  • #15
    Stanley Kunitz
    “Darling,
    do you remember
    the man you married?
    Touch me,
    remind me who I am.”
    Stanley Kunitz

  • #16
    Kay Ryan
    “In the hills giant oaks
    Fall upon their knees
    You can touch parts
    You have no right to”
    Kay Ryan

  • #17
    D.H. Lawrence
    “She did not understand the beauty he found in her, through touch upon her living secret body, almost the ecstasy of beauty. For passion alone is awake to it. And when passion is dead, or absent, then the magnificent throb of beauty is incomprehensible and even a little despicable; warm, live beauty of contact, so much deeper than the beauty of vision.”
    D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

  • #18
    Sanober  Khan
    “in the afterglow
    of an evening rain

    i lay down
    in the grass
    and think of you

    my body aches
    like an after-kiss

    breaking in soft fires
    and wildflowers

    my dear,
    i will always be
    this tender for you.”
    Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

  • #19
    Lucy Christopher
    “I remember that feeling of skin. It's
    strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers
    still tingle with it.”
    Lucy Christopher

  • #20
    Santosh Kalwar
    “I never heard sound and thrill of my painful heart until that very day she touched it.”
    Santosh Kalwar

  • #21
    Neal Shusterman
    “Touch is a freaky thing when you're not used to it. It makes you feel all kinds of things.”
    Neal Shusterman, The Schwa Was Here

  • #22
    “Don't touch me without my permission. Mr. Little Boy”
    Peach-Pit, Shugo Chara!, Vol. 1: Who Do You Want to Be?

  • #23
    Ivan E. Coyote
    “I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.”
    Ivan E. Coyote

  • #24
    Richard Wagamese
    “I don't want to touch you skin to skin. I want to touch you deeply, beneath the surface, where our real stories lie.”
    Richard Wagamese, Embers: One Ojibway's Meditations

  • #25
    “Tactile navigation - the kinaesthetic moving/touching of the body - is the total embodied awareness of a body in an environment. Knowledge is made corporeal with the sense of touch replacing that of sight as the primary mode of gathering data”
    Neil Lewis

  • #26
    “the aroma of her pussy and the ever so innocent touch of powder like skin wake his senses. Her doors are once again open...”
    Bat Maxwell, The Color of Honey

  • #27
    Suzanne DeWitt Hall
    “Touch is not empty; it contains all the elements of the universe, and the full force of both yourself and the Spirit which inhabits you. Remember this when you are making love, in holy moments of sexual union.”
    Suzanne DeWitt Hall, Sex With God: Meditations on the sacred nature of sex in a post-purity-culture world

  • #28
    Anne Carson
    “To feel anything
    deranges you. To be seen
    feeling anything strips you
    naked. In the grip of it
    pleasure or pain doesn’t
    matter. You think what
    will they do what new
    power will they acquire if
    they see me naked like
    this.
    If they see you
    feeling. You have no idea
    what. It’s not about them.
    To be seen is the penalty.”
    Anne Carson, Red Doc>

  • #29
    Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
    “Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?”
    Rumi

  • #30
    Fernando Pessoa
    “My God, my God, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?”
    Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet



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