与Leo一起游览伊朗；伊朗本土狗

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.

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

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

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

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?

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.

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

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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

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.

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.

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

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.

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

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