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Quotes by Iranian Authors
"Come back to me.Where have you gone?And why so long?I miss the star below your lip,the constellation on your chest.I miss your ways,how you net butter-flying words and release themfor others to enjoy.I miss your tenderness,the sweetness of your breathand the song of your voice.I miss howyou worship me.Come back to me once more.Why did you go?And whatever for?The heavens plotted against us.The clouds came andpissed on our lives.The smell of charged particlesstill lingers in the air.What will become of you and I?Come back to us."
"O woman, father says natural is beautifulso why do you redden your cheeks and blacken your eyes?Why do you remove the hair on your legsand draw them into your brows?Why do you hold your breathlest your stomach showand hold your fartlest they knowthat you're a human? O woman, father says natural is beautifulso why do you straighten your hairto curl it nextand pretend to orgasm so they think you enjoyed the sex?Why do you dumb yourself downand push your breasts up?Why do you smile when you're told toand love when you don't want to?When? When will you stop, woman? Father says natural is beautifulbut that is doubtfulfor what does father knowhe's only a fellow."
"I left the bankbecause they wouldn't deposit my cheque of poems.So I went to the store,but they didn't acceptmy currency of words.So I boxed all my storiesand took them to charity.But they refused my donation and asked me to give blood instead.I opened the notebooks and made them look, 'What do you think I wrote these in?"
"Some people are in such utter darkness that they will burn you just to see a light. Try not to take it personally."
"To understand and be understood is to be at peace."
"Why wait to forgive and let go only after you have sufficiently wallowed in your despair? Why not forgive and let go now?"
"Missing you,I missed a part of meI shared with you that's now gone.Missing you, when really, it was the way you made me feeland the things you made us do.Missing you I shouldn't be.But I can't help missing who I was with you.Missing you,I missed and missed so much of the world and wasn't even missed in return."
"One sip of this wine and you will go mad with drunkenness. You will drop your masks and tear your clothes - destroying everything that separates you from the Lover. Once you taste the fruit of this vine, you will be kicked out of the city of yourself. You will forget the world. You will forget yourself. I tell you: you will become a madman who wanders the streets looking for the Lover once you drink this Wine of Love."
"Want to help others? Be yourself. You'll inspire others to muster the courage to be themselves as well."
"We don't find Godin temples and cathedrals.We don't find Himby standing on a prayer rug or sitting in a pew.God appears when welove someone other than ourselves.And we continue to feel His presence when we do good for others.Because God is not foundin mosques and synagogues.He resides in ourhearts."
"You are not who you think.You're not even the thinker.You are the one conscious of the thought."
"May we always see life through love-coloured glasses."
"I have become intoxicated again.You are such a potent wine, my friend.To escape your withdrawal effects,tomorrow I will drink in excess.Alas, why make me love?I was aware, conscious, and sensible before.I am ill by cause of this illusion.The devil plays tricks on me more and more.I was a harp you immaculately plucked at will.Your score, the nightingale song withinnotes composed to imprison and bear me wings.Oh, if only they could hear how it sings!I am now beyond parched.My strings left untouched.You are no longer an oasis, my friend,but a mirage soon coming to an end."
"Everything I have become,everything I will ever accomplishcannot compare to my mostimpressive feat:I have loved youfiercelyand assiduouslywith the very marrowinside my bones. So that when I die, they can crack them to findyou there. So that when I die, they can open me upand see your name tattooed on the wall of my heart.So that when I die, my epitaph will neither commemoratewho I wasnor what I did, but will read:"She loved.And loved. And loved.And so, I smile now,because that is no small thing."
"Do you know what you get when you try to escape? When you drive for miles in a deserted city or swim for hours in a shoreless sea? You get yourself."
"How is it that there was never youuntil there wasand then all was you?"
"We reveal most about ourselves when we speak about others."
"Do not go to my grave. Mary knows, I am not there. Look for me in between pages and on people's lips.Do not go to my old school. Do not go to my old house -I am not in any of those places. Look for me in your hearts and greet me there."
"Life is short, love is longer."
"These poems are cups that I pour my life into. Here, Drink!"
"You need to keep hurting until you realise you never needed to hurt in the first place."
"My hours are filled with fantasy and indifference. In day and night dreams, I think of my heaven with you. All the time in between, I carelessly spend in hell without you."
"I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph."
"The way you dress is how you greet the sun and other stars."
"Find me. Seduce me. I want to be in love with you."
"The first music I ever heard was only one hundred and sixty days after I was conceived. Da dum Da dum Da dum Have you ever heard the sound a blessing makes? This is it. The first thing I ever saw was only one hundred and eighty days after I was conceived. It was a bright light soft like clouds warm like candles. Have you ever seen the colour of a blessing? This is it. The first time I ever suffered was in the three thousand and sixty seconds after I was born. I listened for her heartbeat. I searched for her light. I cried for the first time until she was born. Have you ever known a blessing? A twin is it."
"I write our names on the page.What of it, if the paper will be burned?I write our names in the sand.What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves?I write our names on trees that will be cutand benches that will be painted,but what of it?I will keep on writing our namesbecause in this world of ephemera, You and I are the only constant."
"Until you see beauty everywhere, in every face, until then, you are blind."
"They tell us the greatest love story is how water fell in love with fire. Or how satan fell in love with God. But the greatest love story to me is how I didn't notice myself falling, when I fell in love with you."
"A spark of every fire we seek is already within us."
"I think falling in love is like discovering the magic of books. You think to yourself, 'how was I living before this?"
"It's so easy to lose faith and become lost in all of the politics of the world. That's why we need the arts. To sublimate our frustration and anger into something beautiful. Freud called sublimation a virtuous defence mechanism because it is in the arts that we can find our humanity."
"Come to me.Why must you ruin this moment?You are burdened with thought.Burdened with the pastand expectations of the future.You are burdened with your self.Cast these aside by laughing at yourself.And love,for what more is there than to love me?Take me nowand let it be heaven for us."
"Polish the mirror of your heart until it reflects every person's light."
"Violinists wear the imprint on their necks with prideFor they are the players of harmony.Pilgrims, too, wear the imprint on their foreheads with prideFor they are the conductors of unity.And Lovers? Why, they are made humble by the imprint on their heartsFor they are merely the instruments of rhapsody."
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