The voice, Afghan matchmakers say, is more than half of love.

The truth is a bully we all pretend to like

We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and our sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears.

Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. Sometimes we cry with everything except tears.

Every virtuous act has some Dark secret in its heart; every risk we take contains a mystery that can’t be solved.

We live on because we can love, and we love because we can forgive.

They claim a hidden corner of our hearts, all those moments that stay with us unscreamed. That's where loves, like elephants, drag themselves to die. It's the place where pride allows itself to cry.