Music is the literature of the heart; it commences where speech ends.
Poetry has been the guardian angel of humanity in all ages.
If they say "you have your last chance to look at the world", I wish that look would from Çamlıca of Istanbul.
Chance often gives us that which we should not have presumed to ask.
We don't have two hearts, one for animals and one for humans ; we have one heart or we don't have any.
There is a name hidden in the shadow of my soul, where I read it night and day and no other eye sees it.