Arman Dz.:
A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.
Arman Dz.:
Life is a journey, choose well those with whom you travel.
Arman Dz.:
The island is ours. Here, in some way, we are young forever.
Arman Dz.:
Can you take away this grief?
Arman Dz.:
May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.
Arman Dz.:
She glitters like she walked out of a Klimt painting
Arman Dz.:
We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.
Arman Dz.:
Eyes fascinate me. Eyes reveal the unsaid things.
Arman Dz.:
I am intrigued by the smile upon your face, and the sadness within your eyes.
Arman Dz.:
You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.
Arman Dz.:
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
Arman Dz.:
I will walk by myself and cure myself in the sunshine and the wind.
Arman Dz.:
There is peace even in the storm..
Arman Dz.:
I was smiling yesterday, I am smiling today and I will smile tomorrow...
Arman Dz.:
My heart burns like the evening sky.
Arman Dz.:
Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.
Arman Dz.:
She turned to the sunlight and shook her yellow head and whispered to her neighbor, winter is dead.
Arman Dz.:
The quiet rhythmic monotone of the wall of logs fills one with the rustic peace of a secluded nook in the woods.
Arman Dz.:
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
Arman Dz.:
These woods are where silence has come to lick its wounds.
Arman Dz.:
Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.
Arman Dz.:
Tell me where the swans go in the winter?
Arman Dz.:
What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
Arman Dz.:
The cruelest lies are often told in silence.
Arman Dz.:
Rocks in my path? I keep them all. With them I shall build my castle.
Arman Dz.:
Touch with your heart more than with your hands.
Arman Dz.:
Life is only a flicker of melted ice.
Arman Dz.:
And the wolf never ever wanted to harm the little Red, just to dance with her and lighter up the whole dark forest, till the end of times.
Arman Dz.:
May the bridges I burn light the way.
Arman Dz.:
Some people read palms to tell your future, but I read hands to tell your past.
