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

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

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 best loved by God are those that are rich, yet have the humility of the poor, and those that are poor and have the magnanimity of the rich.

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

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

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

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

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

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.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

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

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

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

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

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.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

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

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

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

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.