Kamand Quotes - Page 3

Everything I have become,everything I will ever accomplishcannot compare to my mostimpressive feat:I have loved youfiercelyand assiduouslywith the very marrowinside my bones. So that when I die, they can crack them to findyou there. So that when I die, they can open me upand see your name tattooed on the wall of my heart.So that when I die, my epitaph will neither commemoratewho I wasnor what I did, but will read:“She loved.And loved. And loved.”And so, I smile now,because that is no small thing.

I’m a winner because I always bet on you.

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.

Writing poems is simply an excuse to remember You.

I wish for all of us the blindness of love that makes us see no faults in the other.

Kamand, die every dayso you rememberto live.

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

Like a pair of old slippers,I feel comfort andwarmth as I slip into you.No, that is too crude.Like the match to the wick,I ignite when we touch.My counterpart andlife's purpose.Yes, as though I've known you my whole life.Every scar, every failurehas become an affirmationof what should be:You.Yes, as though I've loved you my whole life.

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.

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.

I have died at the ripe age of twenty.Smile, for the world didn't get a chance to disappoint me.I have died at the mature age of ninety.Smile, for my life was more than satisfying.I have died suddenly—out of the blue.Smile, for I didn't have to fall ill before you.I have died from a long illness.Smile, for I had the chance to say goodbye.I did not want to leave this Earth.But smile, for I am still here among you.Why are you crying?Can you not see I am smiling?

Die every night so in the morning you are reborn.

If today is not your day, then be happy for this day shall never return. And if today is your day, then be happy now for this day shall never return.

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

And then one day you realise that if you want to be rich, you'd have to give away almost everything you own.

When you are here, God is near.

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

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

We all live but a hundred years. When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days.

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

I think falling in love is like discovering the magic of books. You think to yourself, 'how was I living before this?

Having drunk the dregs of Your Love, I am intoxicated beyond recognition. Now, I only pray for the nearness of You so I may advance in my annihilation.

O woman, father says natural is beautifulso why do you redden your cheeks and blacken your eyes?Why do you remove the hair on your legsand draw them into your brows?Why do you hold your breathlest your stomach showand hold your fartlest they knowthat you’re a human? O woman, father says natural is beautifulso why do you straighten your hairto curl it nextand pretend to orgasm so they think you enjoyed the sex?Why do you dumb yourself downand push your breasts up?Why do you smile when you’re told toand love when you don’t want to?When? When will you stop, woman? Father says natural is beautifulbut that is doubtfulfor what does father knowhe’s only a fellow.

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

It is your ego that needs to explain itself. The self just is.

My hours are filled with fantasy and indifference. In day and night dreams, I think of my heaven with you. All the time in between, I carelessly spend in hell without you.

There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.

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.

Come into my world. I will show you the phenomenon that Stendhal experienced. I will help you feel the cascading arpeggios of Wagner's overture. I will dance to Doga’s waltzes with you. A day spent without appreciating the beauty surrounding us is a waste. Let me appreciate you

My dear, please be careful.You no longer live only for yourself.You live for me as well.

Love isn’t blind. Maybe we are all born blind and love finally gives us sight.

If you write then you are reborn because by writing about the moment, you can relive it for a second time.

Don’t make the mistake of looking down on your partner. You’re only on that pedestal because they put you up there.

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

Knowing you, I understood myself.

Usually, when I dream of flying I am simply flapping my arms and somehow I lift off and glide through the sky. Last night was different. I missed you so much and my yearning was so powerful that I sprouted wings like a phoenix and soared to reach you. And now I finally understand: if you see lovers on a roof, do not worry. Surely, love has metamorphosed them.

Love is our religion. Love is our light. It is the only thing that gives us any hope.

When, at last, I ceased to be myself, I came to be.

Maybe when we face a tragedy, someone, somewhere is preventing a bigger tragedy from happening.

Love fills the infinite.

You’ll only know the answers once you love.

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

If love weighs you downand casts a shadow on your lifethen it isn’t love.Love is light and makes you light.

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 first music I ever heard was only one hundred and sixty days after I was conceived. Da dum Da dum Da dum Have you ever heard the sound a blessing makes? This is it. The first thing I ever saw was only one hundred and eighty days after I was conceived. It was a bright light soft like clouds warm like candles. Have you ever seen the colour of a blessing? This is it. The first time I ever suffered was in the three thousand and sixty seconds after I was born. I listened for her heartbeat. I searched for her light. I cried for the first time until she was born. Have you ever known a blessing? A twin is it.

To see her is to be seduced by her.

May we always see life through love-coloured glasses.

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 filled to the brim, they will never satiate. For they continue to leak, thesecracked vessels.How else did love seep through?

What you choose also chooses you.

Two great things happened to me. One was that I survived. The other was that I met you, because I knew why

If you wait until you find something to speak up for, something that you’re passionate about that concerns you and attacks your own beliefs, then eventually, when the day finally arrives, you might also find that you have forgotten how to speak.

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

O, weary angels, don’t look at me with those eyes.If that is your state then what of our cries?What can I tell you of goodness that you don’t already know?What can I tell you of faith,of hope and lovethat you yourselves bestow?O, angels, don’t pluck another feather,this isn’t the sky, it’s just the weather.Please, angels, try.We are one all together.Look up and listen, I’ll say it once and then put down my pen:We are sorry for our ignoranceand even though we are worldly,it might happen again.We are sorry for your wearinessand even though you aren’t worldly,we are no more than human.

I fell in loveand then I became love.

Love, the exotic bird, came and went.Heart forgot love.Joy, the majestic willow, wept and died.Mind forgot joy.Hope, the basement lamp, fell and broke.Soul forgot hope.Self, the anxious caterpillar, took flight and dropped.Self forgot self.You, my all, became all my reasons.Reasons left.You left.I never forgot.

Clocks were invented to warn us. Tick (time is passing). Tock (time has passed).

Classical music is the best, and cheapest, mind-altering drug in the world.

Poetry is seeing everything when there is only one thing. It is looking at a rose but seeing the stars, moons, seas, and trees. It is a truth beyond logic, an experience beyond thought. Poetry is the Earth pausing on its axis in order to manifest itself as a rose.

The thing about love is that you will never run out of it. It's an ever-flowing river. So go ahead and LOVE. What are you saving all this love for — death?

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