kamand-kojouri

Each of us is like all of us and like no one else.

If today is not your day, then be happy for this day shall never return. And if today is your day, then be happy now for this day shall never return.

My love, we can close our eyes but we cannot stop the sunrise.

You need to keep hurting until you realise you never needed to hurt in the first place.

I don__ want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.

Lisbon, to me, is the Lisbon of Pessoa. Just like London is Woolf__, or rather, Mrs. Dalloway__. Barcelona is Gaudí's and Rome is da Vinci__. You see them in every crevice and hear their echoes in every cathedral. I__ like to be the child, or rather, the mother of a city but I neither have a home nor a resting place. My race is humankind. My religion is kindness. My work is love and, well, my city is the walls of your heart.

What is the point of a relationship if not to grant two people the very private privilege to uplift one another every day?

The hardest thing in the world is to let go of who you once thought you were and to manifest your true self, at the risk of being unloved. This is self-actualization.

Two great things happened to me. One was that I survived. The other was that I met you, because I knew why

Extremities are flawed. Moderation is ideal, save for one occasion.So damn these eyes that weep too much.This mind that thinks too much. But never this heart that loves too much.

To understand and be understood is to be at peace

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__ notice myself falling, when I fell in love with you

Love fills the infinite.

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.

Poetry is seeing everything when there is only one thing. It is looking at a rose but seeing the stars, moons, seas, and trees. It is a truth beyond logic, an experience beyond thought. Poetry is the Earth pausing on its axis in order to manifest itself as a rose.

Missing you,I missed a part of meI shared with you that__ now gone.Missing you, when really, it was the way you made me feeland the things you made us do.Missing you I shouldn__ be.But I can__ help missing who I was with you.Missing you,I missed and missed so much of the world and wasn__ even missed in return.

Because in truth, my love, if you have thought of me once then I have thought of you a thousand times. You have captured my heart. It is yours. I am at your mercy now

I haven__ written you a poem in years it seems.How can it be my faultwhen the words to describe you have not yet been created?When the alphabet lacks the very letters?How can it be my fault when your loveliness only growsby the time I reach for pen and paper?Tell me how I am at faultwhen I am only a beginner in poemsand you are exquisite poetry?To write you in words is to put a veil upon you.Why must I writewhen I can kiss you instead?