شِوی منحصرترین آبشار خاورمیانه

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don&#39;t finally meet somewhere. They&#39;re in each other all along.

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, &#39;You owe me.&#39; Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life&#39;s search for love and wisdom.

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.