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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.

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.

Saadi

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

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

Rumi

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.

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.

Rumi

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

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

Saadi

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

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

Rumi

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.

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.

Rumi

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

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

Rumi

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

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

Rumi

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

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

Rumi

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

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

Rumi

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