“The wind sings of our nostalgiaand the starry sky ignores our dreams. Each snow flake is a tear that fails to trickleSilence is full of the unspoken,of deeds not performed, of confessions to secret love, and of wonders not expressed. Our truth is hidden in our silence, Yours and mine.”

“A poem by Margot Bickel A little peacewithin the last hours of the almost bygone daya little silencebetween the daysso that the nascent yesterday does not get in the pastand tomorrow is lived for today ”

“ساده است نوازش سگی ولگردشاهد آن بودن که چگونه زیر غلتکی می رودو گفتن که سگ من نبودساده است ستایش گلیچیدنش واز یاد بردنکه گلدان را آب باید دادساده است بهره جویی از انسانیدوست داشتن بی احساس عشقیاو را به خود وانهادن و گفتن که دیگر نمیشناسمشساده است لغزش های خود را شناختنبا دیگران زیستن به حساب ایشانو گفتن که من این چنینمساده استکه چگونه می زیمباری زیستنسخت ساده استو پیچیده نیز هم...ترجمه ی احمد شاملو”

“Plants need roots because they can't move on their own. Their roots serve them well, stopping them from getting blown all over the place by the wind. But we humans can move around at will, and our roots hold us in place unnecessarily. Usually in a place we don't want to be. Then, when we try to move, we rip our roots, and it hurts, so we end up staying right where we are.”

“Love is when you lost a part of yourself because of an other person who captivates you. You loose a part of yourself but you get an other one.. the one the person offers to you. Love makes you weak but strong at the same time. Happy and melancholic. It puts you in a separate world and makes you feel invicible and so vulnerable at the same time. Love is life. Love brings the air in your lungs, puts the smile on your face, a scar on your heart and a soul in your body.”

“It's going to be a hard time; we can count on that. But with all the misery, what opportunities to show mercy and brotherly love in our land, which has sinned so greatly against love. And patience! For now is the time when the victors, in the blind triumph of their victory, are likely to make mistakes. But that's not our concern, for we shall only be the sufferers, not the agents of suffering. What a power for peace will lie in our own powerlessness if we can only glimpse in it the sign of grace!”

“It is better to be divided by truth than united in error.”