A blog about everything that inspires me in life, quotes, music, pictures, books & ... In other words this blog is my vision board. Hope you will enjoy the ride with me. Ps. the name of the blog ManMeMoi= Me in three different languages that I know and speak, Farsi, English and French.
27 February 2011
Time!
Time is free, but it's priceless. You can't own it, but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it you can never get it back.
26 February 2011
Power of Dreams...
Sleep can ease a restless or overworked mind, and dreams can show the hidden desire. In dreams one can do what they do not have the courage to do in reality. In dreams, pain can be wiped away by gentle lips of distant lovers. In dreams, the past is golden, and the future doesn't matter, and present is all that remains. Dreams can comfort a broken soul, but waking from them to find them gone can break a soul.
23 February 2011
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12 February 2011
"Perfect" Does Not Exist.
He's not perfect, You aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being a human and making mistakes, hold on to him and give him the most you can.
He's not going to quote poetry, he's not thinking about you every minute, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don't hurt him, don't change him, and don't expect more than he can give.
Don't analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he's not there.
Just love him, because "perfect" guys don't exist, but there is always one guy that is perfect for you
11 February 2011
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05 February 2011
I Love Tehran.
Home isn't human, nor is it tangible. Rather, It is a part of us. It is every place, every person and every thing that we've touched and that has touched us. Buildings crumble and people leave but we can always return to our memories.
Home is my mother's voice. It is the theme song of my favorite childhood TV show. It is the smell of freshly made tea, the sound of children playing football in our alley. It is the smell of the first spring rain, the excitement of first snowfall and much more...
You know how everyone says that home is where the heart is? Well, they've got it backwards. My heart is where my home is~Tehran
04 February 2011
Be a Lady!
02 February 2011
Did You Ever...
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