My usual daily creep of one of my biggest inspirations, Paulo Coelho, brought me to this beautiful poem by a Persian Poet named Hafez, who was born in the 1300’s and lived in Iran… I LOVE THIS.
Your Love Should Never Be Offered
Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside…
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
Anaïs Nin, July 7, 1934
From The Diary Of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 2 (1934-1939)
“Why do you look so sad? Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.”
“Why do you smile that way? l never know if you’re judging me,
absolving me or mocking me.”
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray