Quotes & Sayings About Araby

Or maybe the ugliness is in us.
That's just the way we are.
Underneath the pretense of civilization. — Bethany Griffin

I'm an alien in my own world, a writer without words, a musician without a piano, a magician without a wand. I am fooled by infinite words that rush in my blood, yet imprisoned by the very thoughts of silence. I'm a gray green fallow leaf on trees and abandoned on the streets, a never-ending spring season and an eternal autumn. I'm the golden of the sun and the silver of the moon, the fog of dawn and the amber of dusk. I'm the white and the red flag , the obedient and the rebel. I am the coward in the brave, and the child in the man. I am, but a writer. — Nema Al-Araby

Write when you least feel like it,
Because that's when you write best. — Nema Al-Araby

If you observe the pace of my breaths, you won't need to listen to my words. — Nema Al-Araby

Not everyone talks in words. — Nema Al-Araby

I'd rather be poor to my bones than be rich with your money, that is like a trigger, ready to be pulled in my face. — Nema Al-Araby

And the cobwebs of time
would surrender,
dormant, so that the rainbows
of new eras can emerge
Despite the hollowness
of you. — Nema Al-Araby

Mostly, we talk to impress. And sometimes we shut up to impress, too. — Nema Al-Araby

Araby is good at getting men to sleep beside her without anything ... happening — Bethany Griffin

You're April's closest friend. I wasn't expecting you to fall into bed with me, but the two of you haven't exactly
been living a chaste lifestyle.
"I was". My voice is small.
"What?"
"Chaste. I made a promise." ...
"So there you are, drinking and taking drugs to the point of incapacitation, and you've been missing out on the
best part of debauchery?"
"I wouldn't know"
"If you want to know, tell me — Bethany Griffin

Don't let yourself be amazed by the imagination of a writer and his words, writers are almost all the time in a love-hate relationship with words. — Nema Al-Araby

Make sure you don't carry the burden of the whole world on your shoulders, just in case someone needed them to cry. — Nema Al-Araby

I'd rather let you cover all my roads with thorns than with dead roses. — Nema Al-Araby

Ever, could I or could I not count the shadows of your being? — Nema Al-Araby

Let's talk about nothing. Look me in the eyes. I'll swim into yours. And we'll just smile. Enough for the whole world to crash behind us. — Nema Al-Araby

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea. — Charles Lamb

Silence is a great companion when words are devoid of meanings. — Nema Al-Araby

Will leans forward, pulls off his mask, and kisses my forehead. "I'm glad I was the one to save you this time
" he whispers. — Bethany Griffin

You have to remember that there are reasons to live, and that at least a few people are decent, and that the world is worthwhile some of the time, okay?"
I raise my face to his, wanting another kiss, but he stops me.
"You will remember?"
The balloon bumps downward again. His eyes are still closed.
"Why don't you open your eyes?"
He opens one and squints at me for a second. "I'm terrified of heights," he says. — Bethany Griffin

Thank you for stitching me up" I say.
"I seem to have a talent for it. — Bethany Griffin

Please don't question the insane glares
Just give me today,
And tomorrow,
Tomorrow
we will matter. — Nema Al-Araby

It's ridiculous to think that taking out words will heal hearts,
because a palm-sized box is just not enough for the anger of this world. — Nema Al-Araby

Our room swallowed light whole. Even in summer when sunlight glared through the windows, it was somehow dim inside. Now it was only Easter morning, and the muted sky of early spring offered scant relief to our tenebrous room. On our side of the house a gnarled and ancient oak tree spread its reach across the back facade of the house as if to shade and protect us. One of the massive branches of its principal fork reached invitingly right up to our window to offer to take us wherever we wanted to go. This great limb, with circumference grander than both of us together, was our stairway to heaven and our secret exit to the ground; it was our biplane in the Great War of our imaginations and a magic carpet to Araby; it was our lookout post and the clubhouse of our most secret fraternal order; it was our secret passageway through the imaginary castle we made of our house. It was our escape from the darkness into the light. — Mason West

Questions that will free you might have answers that will imprison you again. — Nema Al-Araby

A deeper thought on the surface is exactly the paradox we need. — Nema Al-Araby

Hear the heartbeats of a nation
silenced together on the impatient
winds of change,
And deafen your ears to the words of
one. Melodized by emancipation..
Then open your eyes,
open your eyes for me:
Darling, freedom to you is
a freedom to none. — Nema Al-Araby

Silence always used to guide
A truth that could never be denied — Nema Al-Araby

Does she love you?"
"Not yet," Elliott says. "But she will. Araby's used to loving people who've done terrible things. — Bethany Griffin

She has to live, Eliott. I owe her a lifetime of apologies."
"Sometimes I think that's all we owe our parents. — Bethany Griffin

At some point in reading, we realize we have to read not just the books that we'd enjoy, but the books that move us, touch us, those that break us and hurt us, those which remind us that we will always be the ignorant of this life. We have to read the books that make us so little, make us a speck of dust or a grain of sand in a galaxy, until we feed our minds with all the knowledge we need, which is infinite in itself. — Nema Al-Araby

And then the rose-border. What intensity in those odorous buds of the Bon Silene, making the very spirit bound as though a message had reached it from heaven. And the verbena bed is compassed with fitful fragrance. Even the pansies, with their dewy eyes, are ready to rival the violets now ... Nor must the purple buds of the calycanthus be forgotten. 'Sweet-scented shrub' indeed; for let me hide but a single one of these in some fold of my dress, and the spices of Araby will float around me till the evening. — Sarah Smiley

Sit". I gesture to the chairs.
"I need to tell you something".
"You adore me and are having trouble keeping your hands to yourself?" he suggests.
"No". But my seriousness is lost on him.
He sits and pulls me close. "I'm having trouble keeping my hands to myself — Bethany Griffin

You have to have a plot too, you know? Because without it, your life is less of a story and more of an empty paper. — Nema Al-Araby

And yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood. — James Joyce

The possibility of truth has become a delusion to those who made their own disguise the truth. — Nema Al-Araby

I won't cry. When the guilt is this heavy, you can't. It just settles and stays with you, and it's cold. — Bethany Griffin

He himself felt defeated because he was fighting against something he did not hate, because he did not understand the fratricidal hatred between the sons of Araby and Israel, and because he loved and knew and appreciated and wanted to save the merits of their cultures, although not the cruelty of their powers; he knew and loved the fountains and the gardens and the patios and high towers of al-Andalus, the nature that has been made more beautiful by man for man's pleasure, not for his mortification. — Carlos Fuentes

Bursts of hope make despair harder to live with. — Bethany Griffin

Is it crazy to say that I sometimes don't understand what I write but I write it anyway, because maybe someone, somewhere, somehow, would feel what I didn't? — Nema Al-Araby

In my lap I had my dear little pug, the smell of whose ears will always be sweeter to me than all the perfumes of Araby and the scent of heliotrope combined. — Kathryn Davis

I always thought about you. From the night I took you home. I never really stopped thinking about you. — Bethany Griffin

Narrow-minded provincialism: Sad to say but true
I am more interested in the mountain lions of Utah, the wild pigs of Arizona, than I am in the fate of all the Arabs of Araby, all the Wogs of Hindustan, all the Ethiopes of Abyssinia ... — Edward Abbey