Quotes from Soheir Khashoggi

Was it always to be like this? she wondered. A moment of joy followed by a new sorrow?

The wind crooned softly as it dusted the snow against the windows, wrapping them in a thick and fluffy cotton blanket.

Death wasn't a movie where the pretty star faded away with a touch of pale makeup and every hair in place.

it just seemed as if she were marking time while life rocketed past.

But you have to let go of it sometime, Gaby. You can't change the past, any of it, and hanging on just eats your life away.

I'm like my mother, she thought, I search my joy for signs of sorrow ahead.

You know what America is-they're all like spoiled children. Anything goes, isn't that what they say?

Coincidence is the exception, not the rule.

The end came as dusk fell on a gloomy winter day of cold rain.

Well, memory can play tricks. Most people, I think, tend to remember the good rather than the bad when someone close to them dies.

She realized that the photograph had caused his reaction. It came to her almost as a revelation. Think of it: a photographer presses a button. A few hours later and half a world away, some dots of ink on a news print showed what he had seen-and had the power to touch peoples emotions, perhaps to change their way of thinking.

The arrogance of these people!

But things change, people change, Gaby. Otherwise what would be the point of living?

She's not a baby anymore, my love, said Tarik softly. That's what we have to accept, you and I.

I can't wring blood from a stone.