Najwa Zebian Quotes

At the end of the day, no one will walk your journey for you. You have to do that. At the end of the day, no one will dream for you. You have to do that.

You were my home
for so long.
Now I realize that humans
cannot
be homes.
If homes can leave,
then they are not
homes.

Sometimes forgiving yourself takes the form of you telling the story as you experienced it, not as someone else wrote it. Instead of “He first did this, then this, then that,” you are saying “I did, I felt, I…” And this is not to lay blame on you…it’s to make you the narrator of your own story.

Don’t tell me what I want to hear. Tell me the truth. It may hurt, but it definitely won’t hurt more than the feeling that I was told something out of pity, not out of honesty. If you mean it, say it. If you don’t, keep your words until the right person is standing in front of you. If words are said too many times, they become cheap, and I only deserve to hear what is valuable

Fall asleep tonight with nothing but love and forgiveness in your heart. What’s meant for you will be for you tomorrow or the day after. Trust your journey. Rest your soul.

I can tell you the truth, but I can't make you believe it.

The mistake most of us make is that we build our homes in other people in the hope that they will deem us worthy of being welcomed inside. We feel so abandoned and empty when people leave, because we’ve invested so much of ourselves in them.

I was waiting for someone to unveil me. To save me. But the hardest, yet most liberating truth, was that I needed to unveil myself. I could easily hide behind my words and hope that someone out there would understand me. But I knew I couldn’t hide anymore.

Maybe you recognize yourself in those words, but you struggle to actually take the steps to build that home within and live authentically as yourself.

This is what I’ve decided for myself. But I need some time to align my mind with my body. So, right now, I’m in between making the decision and executing the decision.

You are just growing and blossoming into the world, and that scares those who want to keep you a certain way to feel better about themselves. Maybe they define their goodness as people or their being enough as people by the controlled image they have of you. The only way for you to not get that resistance is to stay stagnant and small without growing, and to live by the conditions that they’ve decided are the limits of who you can be to deserve their acceptance and approval.

I no longer wanted to be controlled. I wanted to control my own life. Not just control, but lead.

When pain knocks on your door, welcome it. Let it in. Sit with it. Have tea with it. Understand it. Then let it leave.

Broken wings are a sign of struggle. And strength.

Somewhere along the way of trying different things that we think will help change us, we may be misunderstood to be trying too hard, to be fake, and to be different than what we really are. Compare this to the metamorphosis of a butterfly. Halfway through, it looks nothing like what it ends up being. It is your choice to either stay halfway through or to continue your journey once you start it, to reach that destination of the person you know you can be.