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

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?

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

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.

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

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

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don&#39;t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

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

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

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

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

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.

Don&#39;t be surprised at Fortune&#39;s turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.