همیشه جایی بود که با دیدنش یاد تو در خاطرم زنده میشد ، همیشه آهنگی بود که با شنیدنش حرفهایت در ذهنم تکرار میشد
آن لحظه ها همیشگی نبود ، عشق تو در قلبم ماندنی نبود ، بودنت در کنارم تکرار نشدنی بود!

The truth is that there is only one terminal dignity – love. And the story of a love is not important – what is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another.What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.