Quotes about kojouri

Life is short love is longer.

They want to knowwho I write these poems for.Tell them it's for all loversbecause I don’t see a differencebetween our loveand their love.

We all wear masksto veil the truth.Truth is nakedness.Truth is fear.Truth is the gardener making you sit on his lapasking you tolight his cigarette.Truth is father— with a limp cigarette on his lips —telling you to never use his matches to light it for him.Truth is father yelling:"It is not nice for little girls to do so”.Truth is a curious girlwanting to ignite a matchlike a woman.Truth is the maid watching from the kitchen,knowing.But knowing isn’t truth.Truth is the maid calling:Come. Come.Tr

Grace is neither gentleness nor fragility. Grace is treating yourself, others, and even inanimate objects with respect.

There are some days we can claim and there are other days that claim us.

At a night like this, where it's just me and the yellow moon,I feel complete.

We seek the fire of the spark that is already within us.

There is nothing I can do that won’t bring me back to you.

These poems are cupsthat I pour my love into.Here, Drink!

I am so tired. I have grown old from being serious. I have grown ill from being serious. I want to laugh at myself. I want to forget myself. I am so tired.

I love you.I love you a thousand times.I love you an irrational number. And I will continue to love youlong after all this has died and been rebornand we are nothing more than a pair of reincarnated eyes.

You have to be transparent so you no longer cast a shadow but instead let the light pass through you.

Don’t make the mistake of looking down on your partner. You’re only on that pedestal because they put you up there.

She placed her hand on her chest and thought, 'So this is what the poets write about'.

Eyes and ears are two.Lungs and kidneys, too.I wonder thenwhy we're born with oneheart that skips a beat when hay is here,and beats quickly when you are near.One heart that cracks when you are far, lie to me and leave a scar.I wonder thenwhy we're born with oneheart that gets broken.Was I supposed to find you then?So your heart would make one plus one is twofor me andtwo for you.

To live, to truly live, one must consider each and every thing a blessing.

If today is not your day, then be happy for this day shall never return. And if today is your day, then be happy now for this day shall never return.

Each of us is like all of us and like no one else.

Our homes travel with us. They are wherever we feel loved and accepted.

If your mind can move mountainsand swallow gods,Why does it worry with helpless yesterdays and unborn tomorrows?If it can vomit starsand walk on split hairs,Why must it follow the samepath to despair?Everyone will tell you:'An orgasm here is just as good.

Break open your heart so that I may enter it.

Autumn is hereand I am in love.My heart has taken residence in my mind.I pick the crisp ochre leaves and put them in my pocket.I am in love.

To live with you is to live.To live without you is to die.

We are all lost, so lost, vulnerable and insecure. We are separated from love at birth, we are separated from God, from each other. All we want, all we yearn for is to connect.

When I'm with you,I feel exposed.Naked. When I'm naked with you, I feel clothed.Sheltered.

You know how sometimes you meet someone and you feel like you've known them your whole life?Well, I feel like I've loved you my whole life.

It is your ego that needs to explain itself. The self just is.

We all live but a hundred years. When I am with you, I live it in a matter of days.

Seduce yourself first.

Do the lovers know that when they whisper these poems they are commemorating our love?Do they ever think of you and meor only of themselves?Do they know that I once found a strand of your hairand wore it around my necklike a necklace?That I kiss your handsmore than I kiss your lips?Do they realise that our love and their love are drops in the universe’s ocean of loveand that without any of these drops, the ocean would be less?

We dance to seduce ourselves. To fall in love with ourselves. When we dance with another, we manifest the very thing we love about ourselves so that they may see it and love us too.

Clocks were invented to warn us. Tick (time is passing). Tock (time has passed).

Don’t worry if you don’t accomplish everything in this life. Fortunately, death overcomes every thing—even the very thing that tried to kill us.

Knowing you, I understood myself.

Come to me.Why must you ruin this moment?You are burdened with thought.Burdened with the pastand expectations of the future.You are burdened with your self.Cast these aside by laughing at yourself.And love,for what more is there than to love me?Take me nowand let it be heaven for us.

Sadness is an invitation to God.

Stop looking forward to things, look inward instead.

People don’t remember lessons. They remember stories.

Lovers dream of one more embrace.One more kiss.One act of love, no matter how small.For in loving, lover and belovedemptied themselves.Now, they look for their oasislike men engulfed in flames.Even filled to the brim, they will never satiate. For they continue to leak, thesecracked vessels.How else did love seep through?

I left the bankbecause they wouldn’t deposit my cheque of poems.So I went to the store,but they didn’t acceptmy currency of words.So I boxed all my storiesand took them to charity.But they refused my donation and asked me to give blood instead.I opened the notebooks and made them look, 'What do you think I wrote these in?

All kinds of people read poetry: revolutionaries, scholars, sentimentalists etc. But above all else, lovers read poetry. Why? Because we fell in love. And then we fell in love with love.

Ask of your eyes to seeonly to seek love.Ask of your mouth to speakonly to utter words of love.Ask of your hands to feelif only to touch the lover.

A man's shortcoming lies in the belief that he must always assert his manliness. A woman's shortcoming lies in the belief that she must always repress it.

As long as you're not hurting anyone or anything, including your future self, do only that which makes you happy.

Enjoy this moment. The ultimate fulfilment of the dream will not come close to the dream. Enjoy it

Love is a snowflake for no two are ever the same.

I'll forget me.You forget you.We can be onetogether, happily.

Tell me where the swans go in the winterI need to know if the mute ones can sing.Tell me why stars fall from the skyI need to know if it is luck they bring.Tell me why feathers land near youI need to know if you've injured your wing.Now, tell me where you end, my angelFor I no longer know where I begin.

Your eyes are like heavy rain falling from pregnant clouds. With one glance, you washed awaythe poems I chalked on the groundand drowned all my beliefs.Now, I only scribble your name and believe in your truth. I know nothing but you.

Love is the most integral function of our lives. That is why LOVE is only one letter away from LIVE.

Don’t you ever dare judge, for who among us can say that when the devil himself offered us a deal, we refused?

Retrospect: the sweetener of life.

To love is to finally live.

The closest thing to perfection is imperfection

Why is your skin the best feeling in the world?

For me,you are fresh waterthat falls from treeswhen it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and givesbitter wordssweetening.For me, you are the scent of violins and visionof valleys smiling.And still,for me, your loveliness never ends.It traverses the worldand finds its way back to me.Only me.

The only thing necessary in this world is love. Everything else is secondary.

Love without conditions, restrictions, or the expectation of being loved in return.

This is the only truth in the world that was necessary yesterday, is necessary today, and will continue to be necessary tomorrow: be conscious of now.

To see her is to be seduced by her.

You are not who you think.You're not even the thinker.You are the one conscious of the thought.

Come, let us speak with our bodies.Teach me how to please you.I am here to learn.Let us not waste this time.It is the hour of union.ComeAnd after you do,Come again.

The best tourist is one without a camera.

There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.

Because at nightwhen others are sleeping, I drown myself in poetry.

She was in awe of all his work. 'How do you do it?" she asked.He smiled and said, 'By loving you.

Listen.Do you see that you can’t hear snowfall?Look.Do you sensethat you can’t see love?Touch.Do you graspthat you can’t catch poems?Try.Smell this glass. Go on taste this cloud.These material senses won’t get you far untilyou feelthe velvet glove caress your soul.

Maybe stories choose how they are told and who tells them.

I am going to build a fortress of books.Will you come inside and live with me?

Oh, how scary and wonderful it is that words can change our lives simply by being next to each other.

To be wise means to know when to stay silent.

This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am writing it now and have thereby changed destiny.

I have no use for these other loves.Seal them shut in jarsand place them in the pantry. A reserve of love.Thank them for their love.They are so kind.Perhaps store them in the fridgeFor others to take.They say love is a panacea. I know it is not.Flakes of snow,no two are alike.When I am down on my knees, hopeless and angry,for the world no longer makes sense,I won't look in the pantry or fridge.It is your hand pressing on my shoulderthat makes me whole,makes me forget.What trouble? What world?

Your love opened up a whole world that no amount of books or wisdom could ever do.

Before you, nothing.Now you, and everything

When, at last, I ceased to be myself, I came to be.

If all we had were roses, would the thorns then be beautiful?

The greatest thinkers have attempted to find who we are where we come from and why we are here but the greatest enigmas to me are how your hair is a lasso that captures the stars how your eyes are lakes that drown my doubts and how your skin is the sun bursting all at once. If I knew these answers I’d know everything for you alone contain the entire universe.

All you need to get by in this world is the memory of love

To understand and be understood is to be at peace

Because in truth, my love, if you have thought of me once then I have thought of you a thousand times. You have captured my heart. It is yours. I am at your mercy now

They took my booksbecause my message was love.They took my penbecause my words were love.Then they took my voicebecause my song was love.Soon they’ll take myselfso nothing remains.But they don’t know that when I'm gonemy love will stay.

Let borders become sunlight so we traverse this Earth as one nation and drive the darkness out.

For how can any human be separate from humanity and humanness?

What is the point of a relationship if not to grant two people the very private privilege to uplift one another every day?

Two great things happened to me. One was that I survived. The other was that I met you, because I knew why

Because even if you spend your life chasing the immaterial, listening to the most exquisite classical music and getting drunk off of stunning vistas of mountains and waterfalls, all of it isn't worth a dime if you aren’t sharing it with someone. Everything amounts to that. True, we must experience most things in solitude to grow, create, destroy and grow again, but our pleasure and joy reaches a threshold in isolation. It is the worst thing to become an island. One must become the whole world.

The hardest thing in the world is to let go of who you once thought you were and to manifest your true self, at the risk of being unloved. This is self-actualization.

Wonderment shared is doubled.Love shared is infinite.

Love is the only reason that is reason enough

I don’t want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.

Maybe love at first sight isn’t what we think it is. Maybe it’s recognising a soul we loved in a past life and falling in love with them again.

My mind is being consumed by you.My body is longing for you. Just one touch or a kiss, And I shall be satiated for a thousand years.

By loving you, I learn everything because your soul contains the entire universe.

And there's you. You're just beautiful. Effortlessly beautiful, like nature. You have the trinity of beauty: a beautiful heart, a beautiful mind, and a beautiful soul.

Beauty is the manifestation of love.

I think falling in love is like discovering the magic of books. You think to yourself, 'how was I living before this?

I think whenever there’s potential for beauty, beauty can be found. And everything has potential for beauty.

If you want to find God, then all you need to do is love.