هر یک از ما فرشته ای ست که فقط یک بال دارد و تنها زمانی قادر به پرواز هستیم که همدیگر را در آغوش بگیریم.
Luciano De Creschenzo

"...We are oft to blame in this,
’Tis too much prov’d, that with devotion’s visage
And pious action we do sugar o’er
The devil himself."

William Shakespeare
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
Act III. Scene I.

Care.. !

"... sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. "

William Shakespeare
The Sonnets
Sonnet XCIV.



:(

میعاد در لجن ... بن بست نیستان... شبهای روشن

ye aghahe ke ostad e Honar bood o Hoary man bood;) , migoft:
tooye honar e cinema, oon noor pardaazi ei, oon filmbardaari ei, oon grimi, oon musici Movaffagh o aaliyeh va kaaresho dorost anjaam dadeh ke DIDEH NASHEH!
dideh nasheh o khodesho be rokh nakesheh.
...
...
dar morede adamha too jaame'eh ham in sedgh mikoneh?
:-?

Dear God,
Be my friend? It won't cost you nothing and you don't even have to perform too many miracles.
William [Age 8]

From: Dear God; Children's letters to God
By: Dr. David heller

...
To-morrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine:
Then up he rose, and donn’d his clothes,
And dupp’d the chamber door;
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.

By Gis and by Saint Charity,
Alack, and fie for shame!
Young men will do’t, if they come to’t;
By Cock they are to blame.
Quoth she, before you tumbled me,
You promis’d me to wed:
So would I ha’ done, by yonder sun,
An thou hadst not come to my bed.

William Shakespeare
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark
Act IV. Scene V.

Purity

“Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate”


LOVE is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O! but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
That have profan’d their scarlet ornaments
And seal’d false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robb’d others’ beds’ revenues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov’st those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:
Root pity in thy heart, that when it grows,
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
By self-example mayst thou be denied!


William Shakespeare
The Sonnets
Sonnet CXLII.