“The past was always there, lurking in the corners, winking at you when you thought you'd moved on, hanging on to your organs from the inside.”
―
Marjan Kamali ,
The Stationery Shop
“She would not have understood, then, that time is not linear but circular. There is no past, present, future. Roya was the woman she was today and the seventeen-year-old girl in the Stationery Shop, always. She and Bahman were one, and she and Walter were united. Kyle was her soul and Marigold would never die.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“You might think the world is complicated and full of lost souls, that people who've touched your life and disappeared will never be found, but in the end all of that can change.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“Yes, she loved him. The truth of that was like a wave that washed over and submerged her in salty torrents, knotting her hair and stinging her nose, pulling the life out from under her. Of course she loved him. The earth was round, day turned into night, he was in front of her and she loved him.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“She could spend an entire afternoon just looking at fountain pens and ink bottles or flipping through books that spoke of poetry and love and loss.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“It is a love from which we never recover.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“She pressed her cheek against his heart and lay there, grateful for the time she’d had with him, however short or long it had been, grateful she had known him, grateful that once, when she was young, she had experienced a love so strong that it did not go away, that decades and distance and miles and children and lies and letters could never make it disappear. She held him in her arms and said to him all she needed to say.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“The truth is, my young lady, that fate has written the script for your destiny on your forehead from the very beginning. We can't see it. But it's there. And the young, who love so passionately, have no idea how ugly this world is....This world is without compassion.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“May you always be happy and may all your days be filled with beautiful words.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“She knew how to swing her legs on that hyphen that defined and denied who she was: Iranian-American. Neither the first word nor the second really belonged to her. Her place was on the hyphen and on the hyphen she would stay, carrying memories of the one place from which she had come and the other place in which she must succeed. The hyphen was hers-- a space small, and potentially precarious. On the hyphen she would sit, and on the hyphen she would stand, and soon, like a seasoned acrobat, she would balance there perfectly, never falling, never choosing either side over the other, content with walking that thin line.” ― Marjan Kamali, Together Tea
“She found too much cheer undesirable, smacking of falseness. How did Americans keep up their good spirits day in, day out, year-round? It had to be the brand-shiny-newness of their country. It had to be all that freedom. No thousands of years' worth of stultifying rules to observe. Just easy-peasy rolling with the flow.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“She would not have understood, then, that time is not linear but circular. There is no past, present, future. Roya was the woman she was today and the seventeen-year-old girl in the Stationery Shop, always. She and Bahman were one, and she and Walter were united. Kyle was her soul and Marigold would never die. The past was always there, lurking in the corners, winking at you when you thought you'd moved on, hanging on to your organs from the inside.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered. F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“Look at love how it tangles with the one fallen in love Look at spirit how it fuses with earth giving it new.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“In your presence, I found a calm.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“He laughed. And when he did, his face opened up entirely. His eyes carried the laughter; they filled with a kindness that was breathtaking.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“She was willing to accept a lot of things, but seeing her old lover for the first time in sixty years while wearing fat Eskimo boots was one of the few things she could not accept.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“She would not have understood, then, that time is not linear but circular. There is no past, present, future. Roya was the woman she was today and the seventeen-year-old girl in the Stationery Shop, always. She and Bahman were one, and she and Walter were united. Kyle was her soul and Marigold would never die.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“You might think the world is complicated and full of lost souls, that people who've touched your life and disappeared will never be found, but in the end all of that can change.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“Yes, she loved him. The truth of that was like a wave that washed over and submerged her in salty torrents, knotting her hair and stinging her nose, pulling the life out from under her. Of course she loved him. The earth was round, day turned into night, he was in front of her and she loved him.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“She could spend an entire afternoon just looking at fountain pens and ink bottles or flipping through books that spoke of poetry and love and loss.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“It is a love from which we never recover.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“She pressed her cheek against his heart and lay there, grateful for the time she’d had with him, however short or long it had been, grateful she had known him, grateful that once, when she was young, she had experienced a love so strong that it did not go away, that decades and distance and miles and children and lies and letters could never make it disappear. She held him in her arms and said to him all she needed to say.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“The truth is, my young lady, that fate has written the script for your destiny on your forehead from the very beginning. We can't see it. But it's there. And the young, who love so passionately, have no idea how ugly this world is....This world is without compassion.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“May you always be happy and may all your days be filled with beautiful words.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“She knew how to swing her legs on that hyphen that defined and denied who she was: Iranian-American. Neither the first word nor the second really belonged to her. Her place was on the hyphen and on the hyphen she would stay, carrying memories of the one place from which she had come and the other place in which she must succeed. The hyphen was hers-- a space small, and potentially precarious. On the hyphen she would sit, and on the hyphen she would stand, and soon, like a seasoned acrobat, she would balance there perfectly, never falling, never choosing either side over the other, content with walking that thin line.” ― Marjan Kamali, Together Tea
“She found too much cheer undesirable, smacking of falseness. How did Americans keep up their good spirits day in, day out, year-round? It had to be the brand-shiny-newness of their country. It had to be all that freedom. No thousands of years' worth of stultifying rules to observe. Just easy-peasy rolling with the flow.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“She would not have understood, then, that time is not linear but circular. There is no past, present, future. Roya was the woman she was today and the seventeen-year-old girl in the Stationery Shop, always. She and Bahman were one, and she and Walter were united. Kyle was her soul and Marigold would never die. The past was always there, lurking in the corners, winking at you when you thought you'd moved on, hanging on to your organs from the inside.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered. F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“Look at love how it tangles with the one fallen in love Look at spirit how it fuses with earth giving it new.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“In your presence, I found a calm.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“He laughed. And when he did, his face opened up entirely. His eyes carried the laughter; they filled with a kindness that was breathtaking.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
“She was willing to accept a lot of things, but seeing her old lover for the first time in sixty years while wearing fat Eskimo boots was one of the few things she could not accept.” ― Marjan Kamali, The Stationery Shop
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