“I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“The guilt you felt when you were smiling and others were suffering, the guilt you felt when you were petty with friends and impatient with your parents, when you were rude to your teachers and didn’t stand up for strangers,… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“No one has any right to tell you that the way you perceive yourself is wrong. Because by doing so, they also discourage the… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“I'm not here to grant you the extraordinary love you never had for yourself. I'm here, on my own accord, to love you. So… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“It’s so easy to lose faith and become lost in all of the politics of the world. That’s why we need the arts. To… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“All this waiting. Waiting for the rain to stop. Waiting in traffic. Waiting for the bill. Waiting at the airport for an old friend.… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“You keep thinking you’re too much for me that I will say I’ve had enough. But I drank all you poured for me and… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“You know how it goes: at some point in your life, you fell in love with someone and had a glimpse of God. Then… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“You have no choice. You must leave your ego on the doorstep before you enter love.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Because at night when others are sleeping, I drown myself in poetry.” — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Our minds have this strange ability to make associations using ourselves as a reference point. They create our identities based on our relation to… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“He knows all my thoughts. He knows all I’ve ever done and He loves me all the same. What is our purpose, you ask.… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
“Whenever you are angry, take a beautiful object in your house and smash it to pieces. The pity you feel for what you have… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
