Kamand Kojouri Quotes

If your mind can move mountainsand swallow gods,Why does it worry with helpless yesterdays and unborn tomorrows?If it can vomit starsand walk on split hairs,Why must it follow the samepath to despair?...

How can you be a lover of loveand not be a lover of God?It is impossible.

Lovers dream of one more embrace.One more kiss.One act of love, no matter how small.For in loving, lover and belovedemptied themselves.Now, they look for their oasislike men engulfed in flames.Even fi...

Being deeply, passionately, and intensely in love is being deeply, passionately, and intensely in life.

Always ask yourself: "What will happen if I say nothing?

We are all lost, so lost, vulnerable and insecure. We are separated from love at birth, we are separated from God, from each other. All we want, all we yearn for is to connect.

Like freshly cut roses, I place life in a vase... of love.

Like the cotton-carder who combs tangled cotton into a long bundle of fibre, you take all my knotted fragments and comb them into light.

These poems are cupsthat I pour my life into.Here, Drink!

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

Until you see beauty everywhere, in every face, until then, you are blind.

Think not of the fragility of life, but of the power of books, when mere words have the ability to change our lives simply by being next to each other.

The only path wide for us all is love.

Remember:all the thoughts you have of yourself and others are written on your face. Make them kind.

You have to be transparent so you no longer cast a shadow but instead let the light pass through you.

Beauty is dad kissing mom's hand when it cramps.Beauty is seeing a Persian woman dance.Ugly is not the absence of beauty.Uglyis the inability to identify it.The inability to be surprised by it.It is t...

Tell me where the swans go in the winterI need to know if the mute ones can sing.Tell me why stars fall from the skyI need to know if it is luck they bring.Tell me why feathers land near youI need to...

You have already lost if you are always fearful of losing everything.

For me,you are fresh waterthat falls from treeswhen it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and givesbitter wordssweetening.For me, you are the scent of violins and...

It is wonderful, this whole business of tickling and kissing God every night.