Araby Quotes

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

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

Not everyone talks in words. ~ Nema Al-Araby

You make me love books and the words inside them, because they talk about you. I know they do, they tell me that I love you, not as cliché as I write it, but in the warmest, deepest, calmest words I could ever read. I love you, like the books say it. And I'll find a better way to say it one day. ~ Nema Al-Araby

Araby is good at getting men to sleep beside her without anything ... happening ~ 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

Write when you least feel like it,
Because that's when you write best. ~ 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Write about patriotism, about victory and defeat. Write about revolutions and rebels and prisoners and wars. About emotions, of love and hatred and disappointment and regret. Intangible love and uncolored hatred and heartbreaking disappointments and abysmal regrets. Write about the seven deadly sins, about stealth and murder and gluttony and greed. Don't forget to write about saints and sinners all the same. Write the poor and the rich using the same words, make them equal for once. Write about mothers who lost their children, about those who never had to lose; I challenge you to tell me which hurts more. Write about darkness and light, about light in the dark and darkness in the light. Remember to write about lost friendships, about those who never found a shoulder when life shut its lights dim, or those who kept the secret to their sadness within. Be fair to them too. Remind the world of those who always had someone to love but not someone to love them back, craft their nights and dreams carefully. Don't forget the writers, who keep promises with words and silence. Be subtle. Be warm. Remember heartbeats and heartbreaks. Remember everything, remember all, equally.
And then let the world remind you: Words will never be fair to whatever you write. ~ Nema Al-Araby

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

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

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