“Lisbon, to me, is the Lisbon of Pessoa. Just like London is Woolf’s, or rather, Mrs. Dalloway’s. Barcelona is Gaudí's and Rome is da Vinci’s. You see them in every crevice and hear their echoes in every cathedral. I’d like… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share
“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. Waiting to depart. Then, there’s the big waiting: waiting to grow up. Waiting for love. Waiting to show your your parents that when you have kids you’ll be different. Waiting to retire. Waiting for death. Why… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share
“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 people and things. They aim for control because ownership falsely promises us an elevated sense of self. But this is exactly the opposite of love. When we fall in love, we disidentify and get lost for… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share
“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
