A few years ago, she thought someone had finally come to love her and accepted her unconditionally, but she was wrong. You couldn’t really define love with money. It was more than that.

How queer it was for two lovers to suddenly turn into strangers?

We can get through this. You just have to believe in that because we don’t know if a miracle is about to come our way.”- Afia

She'd brought everybody apart, tearing the whole family that was once a compact groundwork into a whole new design, ugly and non-structured.

There were so many things we left unsaid. Depending on how you look at it, whether you think it was worth saying it out loud, or better kept inside.

Sometimes, things didn't always happen as we wanted them to.

He’d managed to take hold of her being, her poise and twisted it that it’d mutilated so bad. Even she had forgotten how it had felt to be sane.

Horror was written all over his face as he began to understand that that child of his wasn’t stupid, or immune to what he had done in the past. It had greatly affected her.

To lose someone after you’ve loved them was tougher than losing them when you’ve never even met them.

I didn't know that I've completely left them all in the past. There's a part of me, wishing and hoping, that she would come back for me, and we would start a new life together, but she didn't.

What Zayd had said to her was hurtful. The words speared across the most sensitive part of her heart like how a gardening spear cut along the leaves, leaving the top part of the bushes bare and lost.

Everyone in my family always spares one another's feelings. It leaves little room for honesty.

Don't let the difficulties that come with your dream blur your vision of the prize ahead.

Confidence is highly erotic.

God is always the first one there when we fall, but most of us don’t look up.

I think the debate in our society now is that people have to agree on zero-tolerance to terrorism.

You know you don't really need the band or the singer/songwriter in the same way, so you look at everything as part of your palette.

There's no fury more righteous than that of a sinner accused of the wrong sin.

The telephone and visitors are the work destroyers.

We have the most generous immigration policy, but what is a concern is when illegal immigrants come and undermine a variety of the systems that work in order to make our society function.

Bethlehem was just the beginning. I call Jesus Christ's next appearance, Bethlehem, Act 2. No silent night this time, however. The skies will open, trumpets will blast, and a new kingdom will begin.