Karachi Quotes

Her definition of romance was absentminded intimacy, the way someone else's hand stray to your plate of food.I replied: no, that's just friendship; romance is always knowing exactly where that someone else's hands are. She smiled and said, there was a time I thought that way, too. But at the heart of the romance is the knowledge that those hands may wander off elsewhere, but somehow through luck or destiny or plain blind groping they'll find a way back to you, and maybe you'll be smart enough then to be grateful for everything that's still possible, in spit of your own weaknesses- and his.

~ Kamila Shamsie

If we had more reliable systems of law and governance perhaps our friendship would be shallower.

~ Kamila Shamsie

What appears strange and complex becomes stranger and more complicated once you begin to investigate it. That's the true nature of the world.

~ Bilal Tanweer

Bijli fails in the dead of night / Won’t help to call “I need a light” / You’re in Karachi now / Oh, oh you’re in Karachi now. / Night is falling and you just cant see / Is this illusion or KESC / You’re in Karachi now

~ Kamila Shamsie

Living in this city, you developed a certain relationship with violence and news of violence: you expected it, dreaded it, and then when it happened, you worked hard to look away from it, because there was nothing you could do about it - not even grieve, because you knew that it would happen again and maybe in a way that was worse than before. Grieving is possible only when you know you have come to an end, when there is nothing more to follow. This city was full of bottled-up grief.

~ Bilal Tanweer

people who ran away are friends!

~ Bilal Tanweer

How do you eat your roots?

~ Kamila Shamsie

Coming back to Karachi is like stepping into the sea again after months on land. How easily you float, how peaceful is the sense of being borne along, and how familiar the sound of the water lapping against your limbs.

~ Kamila Shamsie

All around us, Karachi kept moving

~ Kamila Shamsie

It all fell away then – the control, the independence . . . everything. She had known it would never be easy to findsolitude . . . to find herself. Not in this city, where appearances were everything; where emptiness filled luxurious landscapes till there was nothing but hollow splendor…She hated the pretense.More than hatred, she was frightened of it.

~ Umair Naeem

Now, standing here, it is clear as day: more than anything else, you want to find words for what you feel and think and everything that is dark. And then this terrifying thought hits you: Yes, your father wrote poetry to find a language for his wounds. Yes, you in your own way have become your father

~ Bilal Tanweer

for the first time I am confronted with the fact that places and people are like things: both made of memories and meaningful to us in the same way: we construct ourselves in our conversations with them.

~ Bilal Tanweer

Things taste sweeter when you have some hunger left to linger. You feel it hunting your head for buried things, digging into the fractures of your breath warm and greedy.

~ Bilal Tanweer

My dear, you are not one person. You have many people in you, and each one can ask only some kinds of questions.

~ Bilal Tanweer

We must learn to see it in many ways, so that when one of the ways of looking hurts us, we can take refuge in another way of looking. You must always love the city.

~ Bilal Tanweer

You see, my son, a city is all about how you look at it...We must learn to see it in many ways, so that when one of the ways of looking hurts us, we can take refuge in another way of looking. You must always love the city.

~ Bilal Tanweer