“a blossom past its perfection, shedding petals like a sad metaphor”

“Fate is but a dying wish... Of a world that is beyond control. Like a single lotus flower, the future blossoms; Upon its petals, two people shall be free.”

“Only a perfect rose, has the power to persuade a perusal of its petals”

“Everyone tiptoed backward and forward past the door and looked at her sadness like it was an exhibition. A jewel in its case.”

“Love, its like a flower, first its in bloom thats when love is at its begining. When its full love is strong. But when it dies, the love fades away, petal by petal following apart until it dies.”

“Tehran looked the way most of its remaining citizens must have felt: sad, forlorn, and defenseless, yet not without a certain dignity. The adhesive tape pasted on the window-panes to prevent the implosion of shattered glass told the story of its suffering, a suffering made more poignant because of its newly recovered beauty, the fresh green of trees, washed by spring showers, the blossoms and the rising snowcapped mountains now so near, as if pasted across the sky.”