I cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, my Lord, toward your holy of holies.

“Do you see these hands?" Jo said, holding them up. "These were made for caressi…”

“دائمًا ماتهب في عالمنا - الذي قلما نفهمه - رياح الأقدار حاملة أحداثًا لا نتوقعها …”

“I never know what to tell them. I mean, there's nothing you can say to make a p…”

“If people don't like you, or they think you're strange, then that's their probl…”