Attar Quotes & Sayings

You can either choose love or you can choose hate, because where one lives, the other will die." Damian — Leylah Attar

I wished I could see myself through his eyes. Then again, Damian never looked at me with his eyes. He looked at me with his soul. — Leylah Attar

but this right here - this rain, this shack, this island, this moment - I want it to go on forever. — Leylah Attar

Come you lost Atoms to your Centre draw,
And be the Eternal Mirror that you saw:
Rays that have wander'd into Darkness wide
Return and back into your Sun subsid — Farid Al-Din Attar

in her own zone, breathing her own air. — Leylah Attar

Said the tiger to the lily, Said the viper to the rose, Let us marry so our children May attain the double pose. With a feline half a flower With the attar in the asp We could institute a slaughter That would make a planet gasp. — Nathalia Crane

It said I was equal parts earth and stars, equal parts animal and soul. I was hope. I was calamity. I was love. I was prejudice. I was my sister. I was his daughter. I was Juma. I was Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack. — Leylah Attar

My heart thunders like the hooves of a thousand wild horses. — Leylah Attar

Not a very regal send-off for a prince." I laughed as the lions retreated into the bush again.
"That was me and Goma when I was little," said Jack, starting the car. "I was always chasing something, and she was always pulling me back. — Leylah Attar

It started long before this, when stars were mere particles in swirling clouds of dust. And every event since has conspired to bring us together. — Leylah Attar

This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one's true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round. — Farid Al-Din Attar

My eyes were still closed when Damian grabbed my left hand, forced it palm-down on the cutting board and WHAM! He severed the tip of my pinky finger off, sliced the top third - nail, bone and all - clean off, — Leylah Attar

Blue is for cruel bargains; green is for daring what you oughtn't; violet is for brute force. I will say to you: Coral coaxes; pink insists; red compels. I will say to you: You are dear to me as attar of roses. Please do not get eaten. — Catherynne M Valente

No one cares if, after a storm, they're washed ashore naked. Only that they are alive. — Leylah Attar

A thousand for his love expired each day, And those who saw his face, in blank dismay Would rave and grieve and mourn their lives away- To die for love of that bewitching sight Was worth a hundred lives without his light. None could survive his absence patiently, None could endure this king's proximity- How strange it was that man could neither brook The presence nor the absence of his look! — Farid Al-Din Attar

You ever wonder what we'd find if we could pick up the threads back to the point where things unravel, where paths cross, and lives pivot, and people come together? — Leylah Attar

This. This is what a kiss should feel like. Like nothing else exists. All yearning and dizzy and falling and flying. Great big galaxies of want and wonder spiral inside of me. — Leylah Attar

You snorted. And you call a dick a schlong. — Leylah Attar

The fruit of love's great tree is poverty; Whoever knows this knows humility. — Farid Al-Din Attar

I measure my life in sentences pressed out, line by line, like the lustrous ooze on the underside of the snail, the snail's secret open seam, its wound, leaking attar. — Cynthia Ozick

O deaf and mute
and blind and beautiful and interminable rose
who into time, attar and verse transmute — Cecilia Meireles

To be ultra is to go beyond. It is to attack the sceptre in the name of the throne, and the mitre in the name of the attar; it is to ill-treat the thing which one is dragging, it is to kick over the traces; it is to cavil at the fagot on the score of the amount of cooking received by heretics; it is to reproach the idol with its small amount of idolatry; it is to insult through excess of respect; it is to discover that the Pope is not sufficiently papish, that the King is not sufficiently royal, and that the night has too much light; it is to be discontented with alabaster, with snow, with the swan and the lily in the name of whiteness; it is to be a partisan of things to the point of becoming their enemy; it is to be so strongly for, as to be against. — Victor Hugo

How do you deny a living, breathing feeling? How do you hack it and kill it and bury it so that it never surfaces again? — Leylah Attar

I wanted to know what your lips taste like after a smile. — Leylah Attar

Mind-blowing sex and love? That's enough for a damn good start in my book. — Leylah Attar

He was an ocean of want and need. All the raging, submerged currents that he'd kept at bay unleashed themselves on me. — Leylah Attar

His eyes spark with revolutions, enlightened trickery and unconditional affection. — Laurie Perez

I thought of all the nights I'd spent in temperature controlled clubs and restaurants, under artificial lights, drinking artificial cocktails with artificial friends. Artificial problems. Artificial drama. How many real, glorious nights had I missed? Nights like this, when the universe dances for you, and you become a tiny but beautiful note of the magical song it sings. — Leylah Attar

No one knows how many tomorrows they have. That's what makes it all so precious. — Leylah Attar

I don't know who moved first, maybe him, maybe me, but we were zigzagging through the hallway, our lips locked, my back against the wall, then his, banging and colliding in the narrow space until we got to the bedroom. — Leylah Attar

When first you enter Wisdom's sea, beware-A wave of indecision floods you there. — Farid Al-Din Attar

They tell you that an affair destroys everything, that there are no winners, that there is only heartbreak. — Leylah Attar

It's not perfect, this thing between us, like trying to bring the two circles of our lives together, and living in the small, tight space where they intersect, everything else pushed to the circumference, until we step back inside our very different, very separate orbs. — Leylah Attar

But you can't shut Panic up, you know? She's a screaming, thrashing bitch, and she wanted out. — Leylah Attar

He might as well have been sitting there all along, all eight years that he was away, because he was there in my head, insinuated in the cracks of my heart. — Leylah Attar

Black was One. There were no shades to black. Black was absolute, impenetrable. Black absorbed all the colors. If you fell into black, it swallowed you whole. Yet here was a different kind of black. It was black ice and burning coal. It was well-water and desert night. It was dark tempest and glassy calm. It was Black battling Black, opposite and polar, and yet still . . . all black. — Leylah Attar

She was my calm in the middle of chaos, a little piece of innocence untouched by the turbulence of the past. — Leylah Attar

They shake hands - the solid, down-to-earth man and the restless, unpredictable lightning in the sky. I feel like a tree exposed to the elements, my roots clinging to the soil, my branches flirting with heaven. — Leylah Attar

For feverish mornings after he left, she lay awake in that guest room in their house, in the rumples of the sheet he had slept in. She would get him on every turn: his aftershave lingering on the sides of the pillow that sometimes caught her, waking up from her dreams of him, in nuclear nights, his gaze: drenching her like water drops on burning rocks. She herself didn't have any smell. He had to really lean in the first time to make out the attar amidst the freckles on her neck. And then there would be at least two, never only one: Jasmine and that other thing that he could never place- a smell that was between imitation pearls and the insides of a Durga Puja afternoon. On some days even in Simla, this she, would waft in by his collars nonchalantly.'
('Left from Dhakeshwari') — Kunal Sen

It was a kiss that had sneaked in through an open window, a kiss that lay folded in a paper giraffe, in the silences between 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, in the pits of the mini mangoes and here, now, at least, it was set free. And the rightness of it, the feeling of longing and belonging, made me want to hold on to it forever. I wanted Damian to keep kissing me, keep kissing, keep kissing, until every other kiss had been erased, until this was the only kiss. — Leylah Attar

What we don't understand always scares us. — Leylah Attar

It's me, MaMaLu," he said, trying to get the words past his clenched throat. "Your Estebandido is home." The — Leylah Attar

The artist is he who can take something ordinary and wring out of it attar of roses. — Walter Sickert

MaMaLu knew how to fix things - lost things, hurt things, cracked things, cut and bruised things. — Leylah Attar

Every time the sun shines through the rain, I will look for you. I will look for you in rainbows, and I will remember a man who holds the whole sky in his eyes. — Leylah Attar

The people of this world are like the three butterflies
in front of a candle's flame.

The first one went closer and said:
I know about love.

The second one touched the flame
lightly with his wings and said:
I know how love's fire can burn.

The third one threw himself into the heart of the flame
and was consumed. He alone knows what true love is. — Farid Al-Din Attar

Are you an only child?"
"Yep.The sole beneficiary of all their love and affection."
I put the frame away and look around."So what's it like?To have it all?"
"Like flying.Soaring.Until you come across the one thing you'd give it all up for,and can never have. — Leylah Attar

If I die tonight, I want to die remembering what it was like to hold the whole world in my hands. — Leylah Attar

Something clicked inside me at that moment. I stood outside of myself, realizing how easy it was to judge someone, to vilify and condemn the things we don't understand, because: — Leylah Attar

Wanderer, you are distraught; Be calm. Our
glorious King cannot admit
All comers to His court; it is not fit
That every rascal who sleeps out the night
Should be allowed to glimpse its radiant light.
Most are turned back, and few perceive the throne;
Among a hundred thousand there is one. — Farid Al-Din Attar

Let me cradle myself back Into the darkness Of the half shapes ... Of the cauled beginnings ... Let me stir the attar of unused air, Elusive ... ironically fragrant As a dead queen's kerchief ... Let me blow the dust from off you ... Resurrect your breath Lying limp as a fan In a dead queen's hand. — Lola Ridge

What is humanity? To feel pain at the sorrows of our neighbours, to feel humiliated at the humiliation of fellow-beings. — Idries Shah

A man whose eyes love opens risks his soul - His dancing breaks beyond the mind's control. — Farid Al-Din Attar

It wasn't just a kiss. It was a lesson - a fierce, burning imprint, so that my lips would always know the difference between being wanted and being craved. — Leylah Attar

If I ever found where he'd stashed my spiked heels, I was going to nail his black heart to the mast of his fucking boat. — Leylah Attar

Yea, my friends, we have a king, whose name is Simurg, and whose residence is behind Mount Caucasus. He is close by, but we are far away from Him. The road to His throne is bestrewn with obstructions; more than a hundred thousand veils of light and darkness screen the throne. Hundreds of thousands of souls burn with an ardent passion to see Him, but no one is able to find his way to Him. Yet none can afford to do without Him. Supreme manliness, absolute fearlessness and complete self-effacement are needed to overcome those obstacles. If we succeed in getting a glimpse of His face, it will be an achievement indeed. If we do not attempt it, and if we fail to greet the Beloved, this life is not worth living." The — Farid Al-Din Attar

Strive to discover the mystery
before life is taken from you.
If while living you fail to find yourself,
to know yourself,
how will you be able to understand
the secret of your existence
after you die? — Farid Al-Din Attar

It's always been you, Troy. Always." Always is such a bullshit word, a lie, a farce, a road that promises to go on forever. But roads, like life, branch off, and merge and meander. And they both always, always end. — Leylah Attar

Once you've been loved by a man like Damian, once you've been branded and molded in the fires of that possession, you will never be moved by tepid, impostor kisses. — Leylah Attar

Who is it?" asks Zain, his eyes wide with disbelief at Shayda's unusual outburst. "No-one," she replies. It's a day of simple words, loaded with meaning. The no-one she said yes to a few hours ago. The no-one she agreed to spend the rest of her life with. The no-one whose rosary is dangling from her wrist. I will always be no-one. Because everyone who counts in Shayda's world is on the other side of the door. I will always be on the perimeter of her life, always the outsider, looking in. — Leylah Attar

The longer we stayed together, the longer our list of cuts and bruises grew - both inside and out. — Leylah Attar

If Troy Heathgate locks in on you,you're done for.Even when you know he's so,so bad for you,it feels so,so good. — Leylah Attar

I don't think I could have loved her more. How is that possible? When you think you've reached the very edge of love, that you can't possibly go any further, and then the circle stretched a little bigger. And the pain with it. — Leylah Attar

He reminded me of pain and darkness and a double-gauzed finger. I must have reminded him of botched-up vengeance and the monster within, — Leylah Attar

A basic ingredient in the manufacture of perfume, the attar-a heavy, pale-yellow oil stored in small metal drums-had been put up as collateral by Bulgaria, in lieu of gold, at the Moscow Narodny Bank, a Communist finance house for East-West trade. — S.J Perelman

You're like the broken chapter of my favorite story. — Leylah Attar

If you will but aspire
You will attain to all that you desire.
Before an atom of such need the Sun
Seems dim and mirky by comparison.
It is life's strength, the wings by which we fly
Beyond the further reaches of the sky. — Farid Al-Din Attar

His part is mercy, ours is endless praise. — Farid Al-Din Attar

The Sea
Will be the Sea
Whatever the drop's philosophy. — Farid Al-Din Attar

To seek death is death's only cure. — Farid Al-Din Attar

Taleenoi olngisoilechashur. — Leylah Attar

Cupbearer, fill the bowl with blood, not wine --
And if you lack the heart's rich blood, take mine.
Love thrives on inextinguishable pain;
Which tears the soul, then knits the threads again. — Farid Al-Din Attar

There's a little girl in this room and she's stolen my heart. For the second time." I — Leylah Attar

This is what he does to me. Open up the windows of my soul and push me out. Fly, dammit, fly! — Leylah Attar

We started slow - a little drunk, a little dizzy - taking sips of honeyed bliss from dawn-colored lips. The world rolled below us - bicycle bells and newspaper boys, unaware that we were slowly setting the room on fire. — Leylah Attar

My grandma used to say that people born on the same day are two halves of the same soul — Leylah Attar

Don't play with scorpions unless you intend to get stung." He yanked the neckline apart. Round, glass buttons popped onto the floor and rolled around like eyeballs, astounded by the sight of my bare flesh. "We're harsh and predatory and full of venom." He gnashed his teeth at me and ripped my blouse in two. — Leylah Attar

Kiss me hard, then let me go, — Leylah Attar

It was the kind of magic that comes after a lifetime of searching, when you stumble upon something so perfect, you stop looking, and you say: Yes. This. I know this. I feel this. I've heard its footsteps echo down the hallways of my soul. We — Leylah Attar

If we base our decisions on all the things we're afraid of, we would be paralyzed with fear. — Leylah Attar

Hope is a hollow backbone. — Leylah Attar

He said, "It was burning a hole in my pocket. I had to get rid of it, as quickly as possible. I had to buy the most important think I could think of."
And he went out and bought a dreadfully tiny bottle of attar of roses.
I think he did exactly the right thing.
Some people say Uncle Einar is a snob, and I sincerely hope I can develop along the same lines. — Tove Jansson

It was a sense of belonging that blurs the lines between two people, when you find your ankle wrapped around someone else's, or your fingers intertwined, and it's so natural, so automatic, that you have no conscious thought of it happening. When I think of God, I think of all these magical, inexplicable things, multiplied by infinity. — Leylah Attar

IT WAS A GOOD DAY for Louboutins. I hadn't planned on wearing statement heels on the runway to death, but if this was it, if I was going to be killed by some random psycho with a thirst for blood, what better way to go down than with red-soled 'fuck yous' to my murderer? — Leylah Attar

You have the colours of
Those jewels you so inordinately love,
And yet you seem -- like your excuses -- lame. — Farid Al-Din Attar

I wish I could hold your hand outside this room, go for a walk, sit on a patio, watch the world go by. — Leylah Attar

What's it like to face your own mortality? "It makes you think," I reply. "The big things, the small things. The dreams, the regrets. — Leylah Attar

I prefer prickly roses. — Leylah Attar

Your father and I,we were something,you know.We burned so bright,the stars grew jealous.But maybe you know something I didn't.Maybe if you don't allow yourself to shine,you never burn out. — Leylah Attar

Because when we love, we carry it on the inside, and we can turn on its light even in our darkest moments. The deeper we love, the brighter it shines. — Leylah Attar

ceviche. It was a summertime staple at my — Leylah Attar

Whether you say yes or no, you will always be my forever. — Leylah Attar

This is what great masterpieces must feel like on museum walls - like sighing, like climbing out of their rigidly stretched frames, and falling, boneless, into a lover's glance. — Leylah Attar

It's always there, the fire between us, like glowing embers waiting to be stoked. One look, one kiss, one caress, and I come alive for him. — Leylah Attar

Hope is a hollow backbone. It can't always carry the weight of reality. And I was tired of propping it up. I was tired of mending it each time it snapped. — Leylah Attar

THERE ARE THREE THINGS THAT feel like searing tongues of fire, licking at your soul, each one bringing you closer to the roasting pit of a private hell. 1. Loving someone you can never have. 2. Having someone you love, but never completely. 3. Loving the part of them you can never have, because that too is something you honor, admire, cherish - the part that makes them achingly, exasperatingly them. — Leylah Attar

God, he was intense. And deliberate. And he could say things with his eyes that made my knees tremble. — Leylah Attar

The ocean can be yours; why should you stop
Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew?
The secrets of the sun are yours, but you
Content yourself with motes trapped in beams. — Farid Al-Din Attar

The home we seek is in eternity; The Truth we seek is like a shoreless sea, Of which your paradise is but a drop. This ocean can be yours; why should you stop Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew? The secrets of the sun are yours, but you Content yourself with motes trapped in its beams. Turn to what truly lives, reject what seems
Which matters more, the body or the soul? Be whole: desire and journey to the Whole. — Farid Al-Din Attar

We had found a pocket of quiet, where all the ghosts in our minds had gone to sleep, and we were the only two people awake. — Leylah Attar