عالية هانى

“I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them...”
― Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible

“Memories are killing. So you must not think of certain things, of those that are dear to you, or rather you must think of them, for if you don’t there is the danger of finding them, in your mind, little by little.”
― Samuel Beckett

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depths of some devine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
― Alfred Lord Tennyson