Thoughts are written feelings that are easily influenced by the reader because of the simplicity of the meanings and vocabulary, and thus they reach people’s hearts quickly, so we present to you the most beautiful thoughts and whispers that have a magical effect on those who read them:
- I adore you as if no human being had ever loved you before me... And if you do not believe me, then ask the dust particles and the raindrops... Your name is written in my hand... and engraved on my heart... like an engraving on stone.
- My beloved, longing for you kills me. You are always in my thoughts, and in my day and night. Your image is engraved between my eyelids, and it is the light of my eyes. Your eyes call to my eyes, your hands embrace my hands, and your whispers delight my ears.
- I cannot stop my heart from longing for you, and I cannot stop my heart from loving you.. and I cannot stop my pen from writing the letters of your name, so know that if fate separates us!! Even if I couldn't keep you by my side forever!! You will remain in my heart forever, I love you.
- When I start writing, I find myself, and I find myself, I find myself uttering the oppressed letters that refuse to hide between the lines, and sometimes I find my tears streaming down my paper, soaking it, so my letters remain my shy self, which wants to be liberated but refuses, and sometimes when I write, I forget that I have the alphabet. There are standards that I must not neglect, but when I write about my love, I find it embodied in weak meanings between the lines, because I find my love inside me, coming from all sensitivity.
- My beloved, and the revolution of my love.. From your eyes, the revolution of my letters and words began, and I wrote a story of love without lies or myths.. And in the beating of my heart, my nostalgia fell asleep and I fell in love with you.. I do not know defeat and I do not raise flags.. So, my beloved, let me show you my love in all languages.
- O candles of life in me, renew the wound of torment, remind me of the one whose voice opened my wound and disappeared, so God left my heart, I intended to bid you farewell, so God granted me to leave, and my eyes were safe to meet you. Why do hearts that we love quickly harden and withdraw.
- My love.. I adore the letters of love because they are the letters of your name.. I adore the stillness of the night because it is from the warmth of your whisper.. I adore love songs and I adore the sound of your heartbeat.. I adore Jinn I love love and I adore all your moments. I adore the expressions of sadness and the smile on your lips. I adore the kindness in your heart and the sincerity of your feelings. I adore your arrogance and all your cruelty. I adore the dust of your land and the steps of your feet. I adore all of you and dissolve the love of your breath. I begin and end. In yourself... a king on the throne of pride.
- Do not ask me about the dew, for it will not be softer than your voice. Do not ask me about my homeland, for I established it in your hands. Do not ask me about my name, for I forgot it when I loved you.
- Silence is the science that is more difficult than the science of speech. It is sometimes difficult to explain and is the best answer to some questions. It was said in the past that silence is a wonderful answer that others do not master.
- I confess to you today.. that I no longer see anyone but you in all of existence.. that I do not hear a voice in my world other than your voice.. I confess that if I were to choose between my life and you.. I would choose to live.. but with your pulse.. to live with the heart your heart.
- In your arms I remain, and spring is in your eyes. I let go of your wonderful valley on your shoulders. I cast a bird that has melted in your mouth and I am addicted to its nest and its throne. I am addicted to your branch and the jasmine sticks. Oh your perfume when it fills the soul and the heart.. Oh your magic when it fills me with heat and warmth that hides my cold and snow. In your embrace, I crave paradise.. let me live my life, breathe you, live you, tell you. For every being who knows love, for every angel that melted in your heart and settled in the heart... for every heaven and earth, I love you every second. To you are endless red messages of longing that dwell in your heart and desire.
- Life is not devoid of disappointments, but whoever keeps in mind that the state of happiness and sadness does not last for anyone, he lives his life simply, seizes every opportunity in it, and even creates joy out of nothing, even if his share of disappointments exceeds his share of happiness, the strength of his faith in God’s will. His destiny breaks the obsession of descending into the abyss of the deluded, and perhaps he reaches the level of his faith and satisfaction to the point of influencing those whom life has robbed of the enjoyment of its pleasures, and he is the reason for the happiness of a person who has been bloodied by a wound, so his happiness becomes greater and his life more beautiful, and he adheres to his principles that the origin of life is happiness, which God Almighty grants to whomever. He gives himself to enjoy God's blessings, and does not make small sorrows a home, or a shell that prevents him from living the ecstasy of life with all its joy, sadness, happiness, and pain.
- One day I asked him: My love, won’t you get tired of me being by your side as time and days pass? He answered her in a whisper: Oh my beautiful crazy woman, how can I get bored of you when I miss you while you are in the arms of my heart.
- My soul loves you against my will, it loves you, and the problem is your love for my soul hurts me.. and if you complain, you say what was your fault.. my fault is your identity, the day your love slaughtered me.. and I intended from my heart to devour your heels.. you stole my heart from me and your wound stole me.. I say my heart, you say, what is your heart back.. And if I come to hide love, your wound, expose me.. I come to you, I am suffering, I wander near you.. You are far away, as if the heart did not recognize me.. And if I leave you, it waves and the wind is your path, and you say, “I saw today your heart left me.. Oh, your strength, you are satisfied with playing with you.. you are satisfied. Give love if you are building If you love me, today I am beside you. I have surrendered my affairs to you and your love is my home.
- I have never thought about you and your love has never crossed my mind.. My heart softened and said, “Your father,” and my eyes said, “I love you.” You became the most precious thing to me and more precious than myself to me.. You do not have a partner in my heart after I thought of you.. I used to see you from afar with all the people. It was normal.. I did not imagine you as a lover in my heart. And Ghadi.. I ran out to see you and was searching for your arrival. I am waiting for my new love after I thought about you.. Do not be amazed by someone like you. My feeling is wonder.. and you have in your hand a hobby that is degrading and not tormenting.. Oh, I am deprived of you, O dearest name, I will leave the world and come to you after I have thought of you.
- Know that everything has a limit and an end. You do not know what fate you are heading to. Things are fine in the end. If they are not, then know that it is not the end.
- When I give my beloved my letters, I find that they do not give a meaning that expresses my feelings. Because what is in my heart is much more, so I am confused and my suffering begins, and the chapters of my confessions begin with my paper, which I may tear up after that, because it may show my weaknesses, but after that I feel at ease, and that I have found my lost self, so can I dedicate my letters to you, O the one whose heart loves you, to you? To you, the one whom I live for, to you, the ghost of yours chasing me, to you, the one whose image I see everywhere, in my books, in my dreams, in my awakening, to you, the one whose being trembles when I see him from the intensity of my longing, at the mention of this name of yours. The least I can express: Because your love increases in my heart every moment, and because you are the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life.
- When we do not have something that we chose, and in all sincerity we loved, then something more beautiful will be ours, something that God chose for us and imprinted His love on our hearts!
- My tears flow onto my paper, making it wet... so my letters remain my shy self... that wants to be liberated but refuses... and sometimes when I write... I forget that I have alphabets and standards that I am not supposed to neglect... but when I write about my love... I find it embodied in weak meanings between the lines .. Because I find my love inside me coming from all sensitivity.
