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Quotes by Iranian Authors
"She placed her hand on her chest and thought, 'So this is what the poets write about'."
"Knowing you,I became mindless.Having wasted previous wishes,I'm riddled with regretsFeeling you,I became hopeless.Adrift in chasms,I surrender to a caress.Loving you,I became love.My universe became love.Planets rotate on love's axes andapples fall to be near their beloveds.No longer a rationalist, I assert my existence with love. I love, therefore I exist,therefore I love."
"Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out."
"Let us remember to always rediscover one anotherbecause we are forever changing."
"Work. Good, honest work, whether it's working with your hands to create an artwork, or manual labour, brings forth a sense of divinity at play. The only prerequisite is that whatever the work is, it is done sincerely and in congruence with the soul's true origin and intent, then, without any effort, one experiences a flow, wherein one feels a part of the plan of the entire universe."
"A soulmate is a direct pathway to God."
"Share yourself with me. I will never judge you. I am here and I will stay here only to love you."
"Eyes and ears are two.Lungs and kidneys, too.I wonder thenwhy we're born with oneheart that skips a beat when hay is here,and beats quickly when you are near.One heart that cracks when you are far, lie to me and leave a scar.I wonder thenwhy we're born with oneheart that gets broken.Was I supposed to find you then?So your heart would make one plus one is twofor me andtwo for you."
"Name and form are simply illusions of separation. Love doesn't make us blind; rather, it erases the illusions so we can see clearly."
"Break open your heart so that I may enter it."
"First, create your ego. Then destroy it. This is all of life."
"I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you."
"To begin to know ourselves we must have sincere conversations with ourselves as if with a good friend. We must answer without reserve, listen without judgement, and accept without condition. That is self-love."
"With you, I am. Without you, I am not."
"For all these stars,nothing is new.They've seen all kinds of warsand miracles, too.They know the messengers with their holy bookswill smile and wash their hands in blood.They know the politicians with their good lookswill make the poor eat pies of mud.They've seen the Earth freeze and then burn with greed.They've seen the treesand the seas emptied.Yet, you won't hear their sneerswhen a man arrivesand, having experienced a number of years,proclaims: 'I have lived!'Because nothing is new under these stars:the lies, the love, the memories and scars, the ruin, the revolution, the fakes and true,the families, the friends, none of it is new.All of it-even the me and you."
"Close your eyes. Meditate on your love. This is God."
"I write because the security of your love allows me to develop my craft without concerning myself with trivialities - as if your love could be any more complete. But I write, in the first place,because of you, my muse. I write for your green eyes to glance at my humble words and for the pleasure of hearing you utter them."
"You know how sometimes you meet someone and you feel like you've known them your whole life?Well, I feel like I've loved you my whole life."
"Whenever you are angry, take a beautiful object in your house and smash it to pieces. The pity you feel for what you have done is silly compared to what you are doing to your mind: taking a sacred moment to be alive and desecrating it by being angry."
"For how can any human be separate from humanity and humanness?"
"How freeing of a thought: instead of worrying about leaving a legacy, to leave no trace of one's existence. How liberating indeed!"
"My love, you are driving the entire world mad. The nightingales are committing suicide one by one out of jealousy of your voice. The roses took one glance at your beauty and folded themselves from shame. The trees now only whisper your name and the sky hasn't stopped crying since you looked up. Have pity on us, my love. We have already broken all the mirrors and glass out of fear that you will forget us and fall in love with yourself once you see what we all cannot stop seeing."
"Maybe stories choose how they are told and who tells them."
"In the very end, all we have left to atone for our faults are words."
"The closest thing to perfection is imperfection."
"Why didn't you write all this time?Did you not remember us in a song?A dance?In the skies littered with stars?Did you not get drunk?Why didn't you write all this time?Did you not remember us in a film?A book?In idyllic dusks and dawns?Did you not get high?It is good that you didn't.For all is well. I am drunk and dazed.I have already forgotten youand your bewitching ways."
"When I'm with you,I feel exposed.Naked. When I'm naked with you, I feel clothed.Sheltered."
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