“Love is a song without words played by the heart.”

Together meant forever when spent with you.

Not yet is not no. It is still possible that tomorrow will be more precious than yesterday.

And one life time hardly feels enough to love you.

Let us open to each other like flowers to the sun.

If only the journey back could bring me to you.

What I most wanted with you was our shot.

Give me a love like winter branches, that will hold on even without any leaves.

I am honestly not sure, if I am more than rainbow, or the storm.

Your eyes told me stories you have never shared with anyone.

I know what love is, because of you.

It is brave to believe in tomorrow.

The night knows more of my secrets than anyone else ever will.

I want words I can stand on.

The end came in the middle of our story.

Don’t confuse temporary interest for permanent caring.

Some truths taste better with bourbon.

I just remember really loving words and writing about anything I could, and the way I’d remember things, like my library card number, was to make a melody.

Love is appreciating, complimenting, feeling gratitude, and speaking good words to others.

Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God.

That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.

As her words became poetry, the poetry became a song. As her heart became his, he became one with her.

I’ve always been a writer. I’ve always loved words, ever since I was a kid.

It only takes a minute to cause hurt but sometimes a lifetime to repair. Be careful with your words and actions.

Years later, I learned an English word for the creature that Assef was, a word for which a good Farsi equivalent does not exist: sociopath.