The Palestinians are the only nation in the world that feels with certainty that today is better than what the days ahead will hold. Tomorrow always heralds a worse situation.

The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.

We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it.

Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.

Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.