Crescent Quotes.

1. "...tasting a piece of bread that someone bought is like looking at that person, but tasting a piece of bread that they baked is like looking out of their eyes."
- Diana Abu-Jaber, Crescent

2. "Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground"
- Diana Abu-Jaber, Crescent

3. "She stares at her knife and wishes she were smarter about things. Wishes she knew how to say something wise or consoling to him, something that wouldn't sound frightened or awkward. But then she remembers the time after her parents' death, when people would approach her and try to explain her loss to her; they said things that were supposed to cure her of her sadness, but that had no effect at all. And she knew then, even when she was nine years old, that there was no wise or consoling thing to say. There were certain helpful kinds of silences, and some were better than others."
- Diana Abu-Jaber, Crescent

4. "People look at you and forget about things."
- Diana Abu-Jaber, Crescent

5. "His expression seems a sort of surrender: the loss of a thing that he has already lost before."
- Diana Abu-Jaber, Crescent

6. "..cold, like swallowed tears."
- Diana Abu-Jaber, Crescent

7. "Consider the difference between the first and third person in poetry [...] It's like the difference between looking at a person and looking through their eyes."
- Diana Abu-Jaber, Crescent

8. "The loneliness of the arab is a terrible thing; it is all consuming. It is already present like a little shadow under the heart when he lays his head on his mother's lap; it threatens to swallow him whole when he leaves his own country, even though he marries and travels and talks to friends twenty-four hours a day. That is the way Sirine suspects that Arabs feel everything - larger than life, feelings walking in the sky."
- Diana Abu-Jaber, Crescent

9. "Love and prayer are intimately related."
- Diana Abu-Jaber, Crescent

10. "Sometimes when she lies awake her body feels as finely made as a tuning fork. She can hear and smell the most delicate things, the smell and music of thought itself."
- Diana Abu-Jaber, Crescent

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