Septembers of Shiraz - Dalia Sofer
Habibeh: "No, khanoum. I don't think what we have is friendship. I believe it's tolerance, and habit. Like animals in a forest, we have learned to live with one another."
And yet life goes on here, as elsewhere in the world. Milk must be bought, bread broken, shoes shined, dreams dreamt. Life goes on for him also.
Farnaz: Javad-jan, a pond with no water does not need goldfish.
Javad: You have to dream, my Farnaz, otherwise how can you get by?
No whiteness lost is so white as the memory of whiteness.
A man has a right to want to live.
The wheel of fortune is a marvelous thing:
What next proud head to the lowly dust will it bring?
Not all the sum of earthly happiness
Is worth the bowed head of a moment's pain. - Hafez
And yet life goes on here, as elsewhere in the world. Milk must be bought, bread broken, shoes shined, dreams dreamt. Life goes on for him also.
Farnaz: Javad-jan, a pond with no water does not need goldfish.
Javad: You have to dream, my Farnaz, otherwise how can you get by?
No whiteness lost is so white as the memory of whiteness.
A man has a right to want to live.
The wheel of fortune is a marvelous thing:
What next proud head to the lowly dust will it bring?
Not all the sum of earthly happiness
Is worth the bowed head of a moment's pain. - Hafez