Land of the rising sun

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.

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?

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

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

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

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

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.