Book: Canterana. Page 2

How different the life of Gypsies; they are compared to us like birds.

Rose can't be improved until it will not have the heart of a rose.

It is difficult today to be a prisoner, and tomorrow become the Shah.

Women of the Palace rubbed each other's backs, painted each other's body with henna, helped each other in tearing travail, washed each other after death and were holding each other's hand in moments of joy or grief. Sometimes I envied them. They lived in such a deep sympathy for each other, whether love or hate, that it surrounded them like the weather.

Peri is endowed with the Farr, Regal radiance, so overwhelming that men responded to him like sunflowers turning for the sun.

Other women soon, hycosy and compliant. But I don't.

People love to discuss the suffering of others, stick your fingers in the wound and lick it like it's honey. But I will not allow them to eat from my hive.

Any woman he wouldn't like you, but because so many now crave your fall.

- They say that men want power and women for peace. You know what the truth is?
- What?
And those and others want both.

Man by nature is fallible. His ears hear only what you want; God alone is known the full truth.