It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

“We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.”

“You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in t…”

“كلنا سجناء، غير أن فئة منّا في زنازين ذات نوافذ، وفئة لا نوافذ لزنازينها”

“أليس الزمن كالحب نفسه، لا ينقسم ولا يُقاس؟”