“The people of Abadan defended the city with empty hands, and our sons and brothers fell to the ground like flowers in the fall. My friend, believe me, today the date palms are broken. Tell me, when will our youth, our date palms, be green again?”

“The water was not God. The water undulating slightly with the waves unformed was not spiritual. It was jagged cold water and it felt perfect when we put our hands into it, and it kissed out palms again and again, would never stop kissing our palms — and why wasn't that enough?”

“I didn't tell any of my friends about our first date. I waited until after our second, because I wanted to make sure it was real. I wouldn't believe it had happened until it had happened again. Then, later on, I would be overwhelmed by the evidence, by all the lines connecting you to me, and us to love.”

“It is impossible to catch today; it flows out from our palms! It is impossible to catch tomorrow; it flows out from our palms! We cannot hold them; they constantly run away from us!”

“JANE: "Will you tell me how long you have loved him?" ELIZABETH: "I believe it must date it from my first seeing his beautiful grounds at Pemberley.”

“Dates are convenient hooks on which we can hang our memories of events. But history is all about people - people like you and me who did things to change the world.”