When a song is sung for self ... it becomes music

Girls are born in those houses ... where God has his blessings

The past things in the windows of memories ... the secrets of some moments in the disturbed breathes ... the unheard songs in the dew of love ... the forgotten promises on the lonely paths ... how can one remember that, how can one remember that ... the nights filled with dreams in the silent voices ... the disturbed scarf in the wet weather ... the moving eyeballs in the blinking eyes ... the kiss with your lover with his half open lips ... how can one remember that, how can one remember that

Hatred for a few people has filled up your heart such that ... you don't have any space left for love in your heart

Only love is a true religion

The wound of old age is very bad ... once you get it, then the pain lasts until you die

Even the bad wishes of a mother come along as good wishes

You are a dangerous insect who eats the destiny of a woman ... to kill you will be a reward and not a crime