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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?

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

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

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

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

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.

I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.

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.

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.

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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

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

Don&#39;t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;

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

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.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

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

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

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.