A knife wound heals, but a tongue wound festers.
By the time I turned fifteen, Communism had become my religion.
How easy to be free. How strong we are when we have nothing to lose.
The hurt is the place where the music enters you.
My fingers traced the melody on an invisible keyboard—my usual way to connect with the music, to feel its emotions on my fingertips. I touched the keys softly, as if gliding my hands through water, bu...
Music is not in the notes but in what is between them.
Jealousy knows neither morality nor empathy.
My eyes still swelled with tears, but my heart was dancing the lazgi.
Evil tempts every soul, but a weak soul tempts evil.
Once upon a time, when the evil spirit of darkness reigned over the Land of Azerbaijan, hiding the sun inside his underground caves,When the orphan sky peered at the Caucasus Mountains from the black...
The external evils are nothing compared to the evils that we harbor in our souls.
Something flickered in the distance, dressing the darkness in a soft veil of blue. Out of the blue came an explosion of sounds followed by the seamlessly expressed melancholy of Chopin’s “Ballade no....
I desire to know you. Every breath of your heart, every fleeting look on your face, the rhythm of your joys, and the melancholy of your sorrows.
Life is a desert of shifting sand dunes. Unpredictable. Erratic. Harmony changes into dissonance, the immediate outlives the profound, esoteric becomes cliched. And vice versa.
Destiny is a stubborn maiden. She likes herself just the way she is.
