4 Quotes by Zohreh Ghahremani

Maybe the hardened clay was not as ugly as I had thought. Maybe what I resented was the color my father had painted me. The time had come to sand away some of that dreadful stain.

Things look different when you look back through old eyes. The best part is that we learn to forgive our mistakes.

God sure picks the finest flowers.

Oh, dear child, happiness is a garden, but one has to plant the seed and endure the cold winter.