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“He lived on, miserable and misunderstood, as before, and increasingly lonely. One cannot write those words too often: Maurice’s loneliness: it increased.”

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Maurice

Set in the late 19th century, the story follows the protagonist's journey as he navigates complex relationships and societal expectations. more

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E.M. Forster

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“Why?" I asked. He knew what I meant, and shrugged. "Because when the legends get written, I didn't want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn't do anything useful." I blinked, this time not at the brightness of the sun. "Because," he went on, his eyes locked with mine, "I didn't want you to fight alone. Or die alone.”

“It was a gift. What did I do with it? Life didn't accumulate as I'd once imagined. I graduated from boarding school, two years of college. Persisted through the blank decade in Los Angeles. I buried first my mother, then my father. His hair gone wispy as a child's. I paid bills and bought groceries and got my eyes checked while the days crumbled away like debris from a cliff face. Life a continuous backing away from the edge.”

“মাঝে মাঝে বৃষ্টি নামে। একঘেয়ে কান্নার সুরের মত সে-শব্দ। আমি কান পেতে শুনি। বাতাসে জামগাছের পাতায় সরসর শব্দ হয়। সব মিলিয়ে হৃদয় হা-হা করে ওঠে। আদিগন্ত বিস্তৃত শূন্যতায় কী বিপুল বিষন্নতাই না অনুভব করি! জানালার ওপাশের অন্ধকার থেকে আমার সঙ্গীরা আমায় ডাকে। একদিন যাদের সঙ্গ পেয়ে আজ নিসঙ্গতায় ডুবেছি।”

“Maybe the point of life is to teach us that we aren’t always going to be our past mistakes. Maybe the point of life is to open ourselves up to the things that we fear most—like love. Maybe the whole point of my life was to simply find you, even if it wasn’t meant to be forever. And that thought alone is enough to get me through each night of loneliness.”

“Do you see the colours, Salama?' Kenan whispers. The sunset is gorgeous, but it pales in comparison to him. He's drenched in the dying day's glow, a kaleidoscope of shades dancing on his face. Pink, orange, yellow, purple, red. Finally settling into an azure blue. It reminds me of Layla's painting. A colour so stark it would stain my fingers were I to touch it. As the sun sinks, in those few precious moments when the world is caught between day and night, something shifts between Kenan and me. 'Yes,' I breathe. 'Yes.”