Hope had only revealed herself to him when he was immersed in darkness
The sword of Zulfiqar is a perfect fusion of power and function
He was everyone and every living creature in one ecstatic motion.
He was going to embrace love every day. He would appreciate the world every hour. And he will believe in God every second
The only wealth that mattered was affinity and generosity. Affinity towards oneself and generosity towards the world itself.
Everything for you stems from a physical need. Most of you think with either your belly or what’s below it
Leadership was not an act of bravery but rather forbearance and the strength to move forward with humility in the belief of what is righteous
His transcendent sense of worth had risen and caught up to him. He did not like the world he lived in, and the people in it. He was just as much a victim as he was a culprit of the seven deadly sins.
He had found riches beyond worldly imagination. He had found the never ending well of love.
Interpreting dreams for Iranians was just as much a sacrament as reading coffee cups was for Turks
That word, confidence, was like butter on a hot stove for Darien, what he considered the most attractive quality in a woman.
There are no such things as accidents. Only fate redesigned.
An evil brute grows strong and now is on the verge of crossing over from the island to the world you know. His name is Hubal, and his strength grows as your world’s lightness folds.
The only response to stupidity and ignorance was silence
Take a child away from a mother and she will bring the world to its knees for justice to be served.
People needed proof that Utopia was nothing more than a theory, an illusion read in fictional stories.
Love was supposed to be the easiest path to divinity
The sun from far gives life. But get close to it and it burns anything down to ashes
In searching for himself, he had come to understand that he was defined by selflessness
He had never met a girl who shot an arrow straighter than Cupid did
He was Lenin in a Lamborghini. He was Gandhi with a gun
Death, one way or another, would breathe life into a new order of balance today.
And envy, envious of a time when the poet, the mystic, the scientist and the statesman were nobler than the merchant.