Kamand Kojouri Quotes - Page 5

I will drive the world crazywith love poems for you.So they can know how magnificent you areand how crazy I am.

Babies cry at birth because it is the first time they experience separation from love.

They can award me with the greatest accolades and reward me with the finest diamonds. They can name days and streets after me, canonise and celebrate me. They can make me the queen of their kingdom, the president of their nation. They can carry my picture in their wallets and whisper my name in their prayers but, tell me, what is all this worth if your voice isn’t the one calling me home?

If I can’t be your love, then let me be a simple brooch so I may rest a while against your chest. If I can’t be your love, then let me be a forgotten coin so I may rest a while against your thigh. If I can’t be your love, then let me be an unlit cigarette so I may rest a while in between your lips. If I can’t be your love, then let me at least remain in these words so I may rest a while in your thoughts.

You’ll only know the answers once you love.

I don’t mind losing in this game of love, if it means You will be the winner.

The greatest moments in our lives occur when we surrender: birth, love, and death.

Find me. Seduce me. I want to be in love with you.

May we always see life through love-coloured glasses.

Polish the mirror of your heart until it reflects every person's light.

I will speak of love until you go mad and join me in my mad worship of love.

Everywhere I go, your beauty spills into my day. The trees were never this verdant. The birdsong never this sweet.

I was so blessed. The first person I gave my heart to was an angel who plucked the feathers off his wings and built a nest for it.

The more we surrender to what cannot be, the better we control what can be.

The only thing that prevents us from being happy is thinking.

The reason for the past is only revealed in the future.

You think I'm giving up. I'm not. I'm giving in.

To live in love is my life’s purpose.

When you get shy, you’re simply thinking of yourself. Stop it. Step out of yourself.

Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don't undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew.

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.

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

This body is the house of God.

Forget your voice, sing!Forget your feet, dance!Forget your life, live!Forget yourself and be!

I long for the day when I hear the musicwithout any song.

I see them and they see me but the lovers — we recognise one another: there is light in our eyes.

This is an ode to life.The anthem of the world.For as there are billionsof different stars thatmake up the skyso, too, are there billions of different humans thatmake up the Earth.Some shine brighter but all are made ofthe same cosmic dust.O the joy of beingin life with all these people!I speak of differencesbecause they are there.Like the different organsthat make up our bodies.Earth, itself, is one large body.Listen to how it howlswhen one human isin misery.When one kills another, the Earth feels the pang in itschest. When one orgasms, the Earth craves a cigarette.Look carefully,these animals are beauty spots that make the Earth’s face lovelier and more loveable.These oceans are the Earth’s limpid eyes. These trees, its hair.This is an ode to life.The anthem of the world.I will no longer speak of differences, for the similaritiesare larger. Look even closer. There may bedistances between our limbs butthere are no spaces betweenour hearts. We long to be one.We long to be in nature andto run wild with its wildlife.Let us celebrate life and living, for it is sacrilegious to be ungrateful.Let us play and be playful, for it is sacrilegiousto be serious.Let us celebrate imperfectionsand make existenceproud of us, for tomorrow isdeath, and this is an ode to life. The anthem of the world.

This is a day of celebration!Today, we are divorcing the pastand marrying the present.Dance,and you will find Godin every room.Today, we are divorcing resentmentand marrying forgiveness.Sing,and God will find you in every tune.Today, we are divorcing indifferenceand marrying love.Drink, and play that tambourine against your thighs.We have so much celebrating to do!

You know how it goes:at some point in your life, you fell in love with someone and had a glimpse of God.Then you abandoned life and loverand started celebratingyour love for God.

Of course, I am religious.I worship love.

You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.

I only wrote prose before I met you. My musings were superfluous and serious as well. But now the words dance with me. I sing with them and we create poetry.

If I had to choose between all the books in the world and you, then I would choose to read your body for the rest of my life.

Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...

Every book has to wait for the right time to be read and understood.

String theory makes sense to me because the universe is a symphony that creates harmony with the vibration of our strings.

The first time I heard you laugh, I only wanted to say funny things so you would always be laughing. You know what happens to chocolate when you leave it out in the sun? I’m that unfortunate chocolate and you, you are the laughing sun. For this reason, I am offering myself to you not as a martyr or some selfless fool, but as a self-indulgent moth who actively pursues the light without much fear for the flame. The moth who revels in the heat and declares: Burn me.

String theory makes sense to me because the universe is a symphony that creates harmony with the vibration of our strings.

The first time I heard you laugh, I only wanted to say funny things so you would always be laughing. You know what happens to chocolate when you leave it out in the sun? I’m that unfortunate chocolate and you, you are the laughing sun. For this reason, I am offering myself to you not as a martyr or some selfless fool, but as a self-indulgent moth who actively pursues the light without much fear for the flame. The moth who revels in the heat and declares: Burn me.

I wonderif you ever read my poemsand wish they were writtenfor you.

An act of violence, no matter how small, can never be justified if it can be avoided.

Two things are needed to raise awareness: education and love. And these go hand in hand because we can be taught to love.

I write to understand what I know.

I began to write because of love. I wrote to understand what I felt and what I knew.

Do not give them a candle to light the way, teach them how to make fire instead. That is the meaning of enlightenment.

I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.

Sometimes, when inspiration runs dry, I drink classical music until my words spill out.

The best traveler is one without a camera.

Think the tree that bears nutrition:though the fruits are picked, the plant maintains fruition.So give all the love you have.Do not hold any in reserve.What is given is not lost; it shall return.

When you are here, God is near.

Your love brought me closer to God.

A soulmate is a direct pathway to God.

God’s existence is reaffirmed once we fall in with another.

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.

Do not be frightened, friend. Let us dance our way to God.

Your omnipresence is marvellous!I breathe and you enter me.I exhale and enter into you.

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

Our daily prayer ought to be: Please universe, help me help myself and help me show others how to help themselves.

It is not enough that you look for Him.You must hunt for God each and every dayas if your life depends on it.Because it does.

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

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