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However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

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.

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

You&#39;ve come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don&#39;t know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.

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

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

An enemy to whom you show kindness becomes your friend, excepting lust, the indulgence of which increases its enmity.

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don&#39;t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.