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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?

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life&#39;s search for love and wisdom.

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

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