Every person in this world has lost something he loves in his life. Even if he laughs a lot and you see him happy, something remains inside him. Everything he remembers is pain and weakness.
The faces of the elderly may sometimes terrify children, not because they are ugly, but because they carry in their wrinkles the cruelty of a world they have not yet seen.
Whenever I miss you.. I see your ghost and embrace it.. so I remain embracing your ghost throughout my entire day.. I have never seen a female with your skill possess my heart and captivate it.
I am extremely jealous. I love sincerely. I am deeply sad. I am not good at playing roles. I am not good at wearing masks. When I am silent, I am truly in pain.
I can no longer bear the idea of meeting someone new. It terrifies me to imagine a long moment of frankness in which I say all the things I said before.
If yesterday was lost... then you have today in your hands, and if today will gather its papers and leave, you have tomorrow... Do not be sad about yesterday, for it will not return, and do not be sorry for today... for it is gone.
Not every human coincidence brings together loved ones... nor is every opportunity in your life happy. Sometimes closing the book is better than opening a new page.
How can you be tough... How can you be tough and leave? How can you forget our love? How can you grow old?! You go away, you go away from my life... carrying the disappointment of a traveler!! Do not blame me, my tormentor, for my nostalgia...writes the memory on the line of thoughts.
I deluded you into thinking that I was leaving, so I watched you from afar.. I saw that you were fine and you did not complain about the loss.. So I decided to leave so that you could stay better.
Sometimes we may become accustomed to sadness until it becomes a part of us and we become a part of it...And sometimes the human eye gets used to some colors and loses the ability to see others...And if he tried to see what is around him, he would discover that black is beautiful...but white is more beautiful than it and that the color of the sky is grey. It stirs feelings and imagination, but the color of the sky is clearer in its blue... So search for serenity, even if it is for a moment... And search for fulfillment, even if it is tiring and difficult... And hold on to the threads of the sun, even if it is far away... And do not leave your heart, your feelings, and your days for things whose time is wasted.
When I miss you! My features change, and my heart gets tired, and then I become cruel to everyone through no fault of their own.
Loss is: losing yourself in a past that has passed a lot while you are still living in it.
Memories of old love, of which nothing remains except a withered rose inside a worn book.
If you do not find someone who makes you happy, try to make yourself happy... and if you do not find someone who lights a lamp for you, do not look for someone else who extinguishes it... and if you do not find someone who plants a flower in your days... do not seek someone who planted an arrow in your heart and went away.
Late night: The place calms down, everyone returns to their shelter. Some close their eyes and sleep, and others die longing for days that will never return.
Tears welled up in the eyes at the farewell, and they sent out tears of longing and nostalgia... He said goodbye to what is meant by abstinence... The wretched person is divided, may God help... O Hasayef, our time and life is wasted. We meet for two days and the difference is years.
On the sidewalks of hope, I am waiting for a date with happiness.. The date has been long and I am still waiting.
Do not be sad if a deadly arrow comes to you from the people closest to your heart...you will find someone who will remove the arrow and restore your life and smile.
Things seem like they will never get better.
We hide sadness, pain, and sometimes tears... behind the phrase {I'm fine}... Damn self-esteem... and damn a reality that has no true containment.
Don't put all your dreams in one person...and don't make the journey of your life the destination of someone you love, whatever his qualities...and don't think that the end of things is the end of the world...the universe is not what your eyes see.
My heart narrows when I turn around and I don't {find you} and I need you and I don't {see you} and I die thousands of times when I see your spectrum and I don't {see you}.
Do not wait for a loved one who sold you...and wait for a new light that can infiltrate your sad heart and restore your happy days and restore your heart to its beautiful pulse.
Sad songs are enough to make you commit suicide in hell.
I miss you so much I couldn't tell you, pride shut me up lady.
Do not try to search for a dream that has let you down...and try to make the state of brokenness the beginning of a new dream and do not stand long on the ruins, especially if bats have inhabited them and ghosts have known their way...and search for the sound of a bird creeping beyond the horizon with the light of a new morning.
Regret kills me whenever I remember words I said to someone who didn't deserve it.
It's nice to see something that used to hurt you and now it doesn't move you.
O eye, do not weep, live the blessing of oblivion... The loss of your tears falls on those who do not consider it.
Trust your abilities, as the bird sitting on the tree is not afraid that the branch will break because it does not trust the branch, but its wings.
Do not look at the papers that have changed their color...and their letters have faded...and their lines are lost between pain and loneliness...you will discover that these lines are not the most beautiful of what you have written...and that these papers are not the last of what was written...and you must differentiate between the one who put your lines in his eyes...and the one who threw them to the wind... These lines were not just fleeting beautiful words...but they were the feelings of a heart that he lived letter by letter...and the heartbeat of a person who carried them as a dream...and burned with pain in their fire.
It hurts when people tell you "be strong" and they have no idea how hard you're going through.
Lately...I like being on the edge of things...so that the pain of falling doesn't scare me.
Don't be like the heron...that wondrous bird that sings the most beautiful bar while bleeding...nothing in the world is worth a single drop of your blood.
Whoever left will not return, and whoever harmed you, someone will harm him one day.. And whoever made you cry will find someone to make him cry. The earth is round. Do not be unjust, and you will be wronged.
Do not consider a broken heart as a broken hand... The hand is forced and the thoughts remain ill... Do anything but do not let down the person who has put all his trust in you.
Sadness is that slow death... It is that silent pain that is implanted in the human body while he tries to hide it and appears publicly in the form of vibrations in the body like an earthquake that works to shake all feelings of pain.
The hardest memories are {friendship memories} when we look back on our days with them and cry for days that no longer exist.
Change will be very painful when hearts that you thought were the other part of you change.
My tears forced me to write... My worries forced me to cry... My heart forced me to think... Thinking forced me to suffer... Pain forced me to bleed... Bleeding forced me to die... Death forced me to grieve.
As if nothing had happened.. As if words had been said that had not been said.. You have gone and I have gone.. And peace be upon something withered.
And whoever brings us back a dream stolen by circumstances!!.
In the north of the earth, and you in the south, there is night, distance, and conflict between us... I came to you while the waves played in every direction, and because of bad luck I broke the sail... You taught me your smile and how to melt, and your absence taught me how to get lost.
Some letters make you cry...not from pain, but because they touch something that resides in your soul.
I felt my pain...I know nothing but a sad smile...and the height of my joy...I see the smile on the face of childhood...there is no truer than the innocence of children...there is no truer than the tears of childhood...I wish I was a child when I cry I find my mother's tenderness...I find her chest and I find the sincerity that consoles me...I get lost in A world in which there are many lies...in which there is little truth and many betrayals.
You are not a dream that I see in a dream.. You are a dream that does not let me sleep.
Do not trust someone who loves you quickly, because he either wants you for fun, or tries to make someone forget you.
How I wish I could go back; To hug people who did not tell us when they would leave.
Do not write a letter while you are “under the influence” of nostalgia... so that your dignity is not trampled under the wheels of their vanity.
