For love, we live For love, we dieFor love, we dream and get ready to be lied

Love finds lazy writers And makes example out of them Nailing them in history

Some art are meant to cut shortstretching them unnecessary makes it dull.

An artist is like a handicaphe needs his art to carry himself.

Love is like a magic trickYou know you are getting fooled, but still, you stand in lineAnd pay to see it again and again.

A shadow has no relativeshe is universally orphan

Poetry is and should not be explained It’s not a theory not a formula or a set patternIt’s a labyrinth of reflection with no source of image

There is something so innocent about blank pagesThat I can't lie to them about my existence

Good luck is abnormalbad luck is common

Perfection is a thousand mistakes behind curtains.

If we don't believe in freedom of expression for people we despise, we don't believe in it at all.

Give royal treatment to your original magic effects, because one of the effects might make you the king of magic.

As we grow older we are apt to forget that the despair of the young is even more gigantic and immediately overwhelming than their hopefulness: we never again face such towering blank walls of misery.

God sent his beloved creatures to Datça for them to live longer.

How could you...? How?""Logically you have no right to be angry. I simply followed your l

The first fresh hour of every morning should be dedicated to the Lord, whose mercy gladdens it with golden light.

Choice, not chance, determines destiny.

Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow, sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow.

Daily news and sugar confuse our system in the same manner.

Sacrifices are concerned with the feelings of devotion and longing.