To love is human. To feel pain is human. Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel.

Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall and falling, they're given wings.

Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

Sell your presence and purchase bewilderment.

Except for Love, nothing you see will remain forever.

Muhammad says, 'Love of one's country is a part of the faith.' But don't take that literally! Your real 'country' is where you're heading, not where you are. Don't misread that hadith.