kamand-kojouri

Love is the most integral function of our lives. That is why LOVE is only one letter away from LIVE.

In the very end, all we have left to atone for our faults are words.

To see her is to be seduced by her.

This is the only truth in the world that was necessary yesterday, is necessary today, and will continue to be necessary tomorrow: be conscious of now.

Want to help others? Be yourself. You__l inspire others to muster the courage to be themselves as well.

A negative outlook is dangerous. When you say, __t can__ get any worse!_ You're essentially challenging the universe to do exactly that.

No one has any right to tell you that the way you perceive yourself is wrong. Because by doing so, they also discourage the person you aspire to be.

All this waiting.Waiting for the rain to stop. Waiting in traffic. Waiting for the bill. Waiting at the airport for an old friend.Waiting to depart. Then, there__ the big waiting: waiting to grow up. Waiting for love. Waiting to show youryour parents that when you have kids you__l be different. Waiting to retire. Waiting for death. Why do we think waitingis the antithesis of lifewhen it is almostall of it?

The greatest thing about me isn__ even a part of me. It__ you.

Love without conditions, restrictions, or the expectation of being loved in return.

Prejudice is an act of violence.

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

Kamand, die every dayso you rememberto live.

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 visionof valleys smiling.And still,for me, your loveliness never ends.It traverses the worldand finds its way back to me.Only me.

The only thing necessary in this world is love. Everything else is secondary.

Why is your skin the best feeling in the world?

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?Everyone will tell you:'An orgasm here is just as good.

Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a memory to you:the lover that recited love poems.I must go nowand I urge you not to look back.