You needed love, but not the kind of love most people used and were used up by.
Better to die on one’s feet than to live on one’s knees
We are healed from suffering only by experiencing it to the full.
I want a trouble-maker for a lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame,
Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate,
Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.
From Rumi’s Kolliyaat-e Shams-e Tabrizi
Edited by Badiozzaman Forouzanfar (Tehran, Amir Kabir, 1988).
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The surest way to corrupt a youth is to instruct him to hold in higher esteem those who think alike than those who think differently.
Those who escape hell
however
never talk about
it
and nothing much
bothers them
after
that.
In life man commits himself and draws his own portrait, outside of which there is nothing. No doubt this thought may seem harsh to someone who has not made a success of his life. But on the other hand, it helps people to understand that reality alone counts, and that dreams, expectations and hopes only serve to define a man as a broken dream, aborted hopes, and futile expectations.