Samiha Totanji Quotes

It's breaking my heart the way this world is so mean to people with pure intentions and soft hearts.
With time I've seen much cruelty towards good people that instead of being cherished, they are actually being used.
Instead of being appreciated and valued, they are being taken for granted and considered as an option or a backup plan.
Because whenever those ones are needed they gonna be there and their doors are always wide open.
So there is no need to wonder why this world is only getting filthier and uglier. Since we have always been ruining everything beautiful left around .
even those rare, kind and loving souls in our life...

Wounds may heal
Bad memories may fade away
And some names may be forgotten
But the way you make people feel about themselves lasts forever"
And forever more …

Avoid those who are always hungry, who only know how to take and never give anything In return.
Avoid those who need to shatter you into pieces in order to feel whole.
Avoid those who disrespect you, mistreat you or underestimate your intentions.
Avoid those whom you have to speak in their language in order for them to listen. That you may forget your mother tongue somehow.
Avoid
Avoid
And avoid anyone that may cause you confusion, self-wars and a less peace of mind …

One day I've chosen my pride to be my sword
And since then I have been always there for myself
I've been my own soldier,
And my whole army that don't grieve over losing worthless battles anymore...

When her soul is on fire.
Her head in the clouds.
And her heart on her sleeves.
She is under no obligations to neither
Make any sense to you
Nor
To put on a different skin in order to owe your heart...

I hope you meet someone who will hold your heart no matter how sad and bruised , just like the sky has forever held its stars ; bravely and unconditionally …

One day
She will fly far way
With wings so strong to be broken
And a spirit too wild to be caged...

A friend that never leaves.
A lover who won't ever disappoint.
A loud laugh that echoes through weeps.
And a silver lining that finds its way through the dark.
Dear self,
I'll be all those things you've helplessly and tirelessly looked for
But sadly never found.
Dear self,
Whenever you lose hope and get knocked out
By this cruel and mean world;
I am here to assure you that all the beauty, strength, love and sparks are there deep within
Within your loving soul …

The bravest of whom I've known are those who have been through suffering, disappointments and pain.
But still they choose to love fearlessly, give nonstop and live with hope that fills their lungs …

Here's to all the strong women out there!
Who stand up for themselves and face the world with a heart of soldier.
Here's to all the passionate women out there!
Who won't let the world stop them from achieving their dreams and doing the things they love.
Here's to all the independent women out there!
Who have been there for themselves and show that they can.
Here's to all the unbreakable women out there!
Who have been knocked down for countless times but they find a way to rise and stand up again.
Here's to all the women in this world
You are beautiful, you are worthy, and no one has the power to dim your light ….

She was sitting there in silence when I interrupted her glooming halo but she couldn't feel my existence though.
She didn't cry, she didn't scream, she didn't even blame one single person for the shit they put her through.
"I didn't deserve this ...' she said while chocking her trembling voice.
And I stood there wondering how such few words could be full of so much darkness, disappointment, and brokenness that they ached me to the core...

Need someone to always have your back?
Try yourself...

May god embrace
the mess in your head,
The chaos in your heart
And the flames in your eyes.

For you were never meant to
Be loved in pieces
Neither chained
Or even understood .

You are a piece of art
And a piece of art is only meant to be admired, desired, and
Kept away from anyone or anything that may mess with such kind of
Magic…

Too tired of living under the same sky with their old faces.
So sick of being in the same room with their echoing voices.
They made my soul heavy, as much as they corrupted my mind.
They forced me to see my world in their colors as if I were a colorblind.
A walking dead is what they made of me, but I cannot take this anymore.
I'll find my way back home to the old me;
To the beautiful dreamy little girl I've been before…

Human beings do all the work and Satan takes all the credit…

I am homesick for a place where silence is the only language, love is the only religion, and freedom is not something to be fought for…

Her pride is bigger than your ego,
Sharper than your ugly words
And it has always been there for her to walk as a queen;
No matter what her pretty eyes have ever seen …

It's a reminder for anyone who needs it including myself;
There ain't anything wrong about falling apart,
Just take it as a beautiful chance for you; to rebuild yourself all over again and to recreate a new version of you who doesn't know what it means to give up on the person you're becoming …

This world has never failed to disappoint
And it has its way to teach me that the best thing you may do is running back to yourself
Make a therapy out of your favorite things;
Read for your favorite authors,
Listen to music,
Write love notes to yourself,
And enjoy solitude between the walls of your room.
The world is so cold outside, so learn to enjoy the warmth of those details you have always had but never learned to appreciate …

Who needs words if the eyes can always do the talk...?

Though she has always the words to kill and the strength to hit back. She chooses to let karma does its thing.
And sooner or later karma will show those who did her wrong and drew obstacles among her path how damn hell looks like…

With time I've learnt that the most beautiful and valuable gift you may give to someone you love is respect.
Respect them enough not to fool or betray them.
Respect them enough to treat them the way they deserve to be treated,
Listen to them when they need to be heard,
And stay by their side even when they are on their lowest and worst.
So when others crave to be loved passionately, overwhelmed with attention and compliments; I crave to be RESPECTED...

They are inked all over my skin;
The words I wish that I could have said,
The things I wish that I could have changed,
The wounds, the scars, the struggles, and all the names of those who once did me wrong.
The way I have it all written on my body has strengthened that soul of mine within,
It makes me unstoppable and much more proud of my journey, how far I've become, and of the woman I grew up to be…

I wish that one day you'll make it home
To a place you belong, a person you love or a passion you may die for
Where your heart is cherished
Your mind sleeps in peace
And your soul is simply understood...

Drowning in silence; for in silence I shall never be disappointed …

But maybe your outside of the box is someone else's cliché …

-But what other people will …?
- Screw other people, screw what they think or have to say about the way you choose to live.
Screw what they expect you to be, screw their rules and screw their set of wrongs and rights too.
You do not get it dear, but all what other people do is shattering you into pieces, they take what suits their perspectives or needs and they'll leave the rest of you as if it's something never worth it.
No one knows you whole but yourself and the only one whom you should give a damn about is yourself…

You're never alone
When there is a whole sky to hug you tight.
You're never alone
When there are hundreds of stars looking upon you
each time you try tirelessly to sleep at night .
You're never alone my dear
as long as you have a breath to take
and a will to fight ….

She has always been admired by the sun;
For the way she rises each time after she falls.
But the way she sparkles and glows whenever she talks about the things she adores
; makes the moon and stars watch in envy…

I am just tired of all those who understand nothing but do judge anyway.
Of the way humans are being treated as things,
Of all the hatred and bitterness that poisoned our societies.
Why humans can't just be kind and good to each other? Is it that hard for us to live together in peace?

Sometimes you are the only toxic person you need to cut off your life, and I hope that one day you will be brave enough to admit it …

I've burned the bridges and built many walls instead …

I still look for you in all the faces;
No matter how seem to be the same,
I still look for you in all the places
You once were and even those ones you have never been,
I still look for you in all the hearts,
But no matter how many times I've tried
No one is you
And ain't no other love will feel the same...

This is for all those who choose to stand out
No matter how many people around have no power but to fit in.
This is for all those who still hope for new mornings
No matter how long, cold and gloomy their nights were.
This is for you
This is for me
And this is for everyone who still have some kind of hope in their hearts , no matter how many times this life have proved them why they shouldn't …
Thank you!
Thank you for being the silver lining that still finds its way through the darkness ….

I exhaust my body throughout the day,
And I don't get enough sleep at night.
I swallow the words I have to say,
And let my thoughts fuck up my peace of mind.
In a matter of fact; I've been the one who tired me the most and I do owe myself many apologies …

I have never feared death,
Nor the fact that my life will come to an end one day.
All I've ever been frightened of is to be a walking dead or that one morning I may wake up with no aim to be alive.
It scares the hell out of me that maybe one day I'll lose my desire to love, to dream, to have hope or even to smile.
I don't fear to be dead, I fear to live and not being alive…

As disappointed as an empty diary
Forgotten
Lonely
And this whole damn world has nothing new to tell me …

Never settle for an ordinary lover, never settle for less than you deserve, you are so worthy of being loved so passionately and madly.
You deserve to be loved as whole with all your imperfections and flaws, you deserve someone who puts you first as if you were the only thing that matters, you deserve someone who will always choose to stay when you are on your lowest and you deserve someone who will always choose to love you even when you are not so lovable..

Her soul belongs to the city
Where kids don't get old
And flowers never die.
Where hearts are never sold
And women no longer cry.
A place that never existed; is where she belongs.
Forever lost;
The woman who has a colorful mind; for she will always choose to fall in love with what
She may never find …

You think you're smart enough, because you've spent your whole life building walls In order to protect yourself from monsters.
But those monsters were close enough not to be reached,
Sometimes they are family
They are friends
And most times; monsters are those who claimed to love you more than they even love themselves.

Angels keep weeping in her soul;
For the way they couldn't save her from herself nor the devilish things she does unwillingly love…

You should be thankful for the hurt
That cracks your heart;
Because somehow it opens your eyes and awakens your mind…

Those demons crawled again under my blanket and they joined me in bed,
They sang me a song of sorrows, wars, and all those flashbacks that fuck up the peace of my head.
But that night ; I was deaf,
So damn numb that none of them could affect me,
None of them could bring me any kind of nightmares nor regrets.
I had nothing to lose,
had nothing to defend .
So we hugged and traveled together through a world we only both enjoyed ; a world of nothingness and creepy emptiness …

They have been trying to cut my wings since the day that I was born; so that I could fit in their boxes that full of fear and dust. How foolish of them to think so. To think that my soul won't be released one day or that my head won't look above and see how much the sky is wide open for my wings to be grown again and simply fly …

She was a good person with a bad mouth,
She has spent her life hiding behind the blades she grew on the tip of
Her tongue,
Some called her bitch, while others took many steps away from her madness.
But rare and few are those who could always find a way to see how genuine her heart is and
How pure her soul is.
It only took one look through her eyes to see how such eyes could never lie,
Never fake,
And never pretend ….

Those things you have but stupidly don't appreciate
Are on someone else's wish list …
Be grateful!

It's really pathetic; the way you strive to belong ; to other people , places and perspectives that have nothing to do with who you are

In that small town of old women and angry men;
They teach girls how to speak in a lower tone
How to nod their heads and not dare to say no.
They teach them not to walk alone in empty streets.
They give them hundreds of rules for how to love, live and even dream.
They color their worlds in black and white; so that they couldn't paint ones in their own.
And those who dare to ask questions, to argue, to refuse and change!
They have been called hoes, bitches and men wanna be
Disobedience; that's what they call it in my society …..

There is a quiet room inside of me.
Where I kept the thought of you so alive.
In all of my phases that's the only place where my soul would rather be.
And that's where I bring my dead roses back to life.
In that room, there is nothing to hear
But a love song of free birds.
In that room there is nothing to feel
But their flipping wings flying through my chest.
For this room has always been the peace that never fails to end my wars.
And it will always be the reason why I've never looked for home in others, as long as the warmest and safest home is there ;
Inside of me ….

What's the point of complaining about your tragedies, obstacles, and scars?
What's the point of playing the role of victim?
What's the point of revealing your misery to others no matter how close they are?
No one will ever feel your pain or how much it hurts. No one will understand your fears or why you suddenly couldn't hold on anymore.
It's your road, you've walked it barefoot among all the difficulties! I am sure too that you know your way, and your heart will guide you to the best destination if you only trust the light within...

But darling,
You can't keep swallowing your pride in order to feed someone else's ego
and calling it love …

Only a man who is uncertain and insecure about himself will make you feel unworthy or that you don't deserve to be fought for.
A real man will always stay by your side, support you, encourage you to do better, and listen to you with every cell of his body.
A real man will always remind you that you are more than enough;
As if you were the one and the only thing he has ever prayed for…

I have never been scared of the darkness, not even a little bit. In the dark you hear nothing but the truth, you see nothing but real faces and naked souls.
On the contrary I've always been afraid of the light, where people talk about everything but never say a thing and wear a fake skin; because they do know that there is an eyes watching or judging them here or there …

This is for all those devils that disturbed my soul.
This is for the darkness that dimmed my mornings.
This is for all those twisted hearts that killed the flowers used to bloom in my chest.
Thank you!
Because of you I could see the light once again, recognize the good things when I got my eyes on it, and appreciate the right ones when they finally arrived...

I wish that I could make a world of my own
Where women chase their dreams instead of hopeless relationships to prove their worth.
Where women are loved for their brains and not for the size of their waists.
Where women are judged based on their thoughts; instead of what they choose to put on their skin.
Where women are no more object for sex or materials to promote nudity but to be respected and much more appreciated.
I wish I could make a world of my own; where women could save themselves and build castles from the breaks that have been thrown at them …

I'll let them talk
I'll let them hate
I owe no one an explanation nor an apology
As long as they don't see the world through my eyes or walk a single mile in my shoes,
I'll always be the only one who knows the truth,
The only one who really understands.
So all of their judgments and opinions will forever be irrelevant
, never mattered and never had anything to do with who really I am …