Is not the beautiful moon, that inspires poets, the same moon which angers the silence of the sea with a terrible roar?

All that spirits desire, spirits attain.

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Do not fear the thorns in your path, for they draw only corrupt blood.

Say not, I have found the path of the soul Say rather, I have met the soul walking upon my path.

Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.

We are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.

He who seeks ecstasy in love should not complain of suffering.

You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link. This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link. To measure you by your smallest deed is to reckon the power of ocean by the frailty of its foam. To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.

No human relation gives one possession in another—every two souls are absolutely different. In friendship or in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.

Hearts united in pain and sorrow will not be separated by joy and happiness. Bonds that are woven in sadness are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure. Love that is washed by tears will remain eternally pure and faithful.

Only yesterday I was no different than them, yet I was saved. I am explaining to you the way of life of a people who say every sort of wicked thing about me because I sacrificed their friendship to gain my own soul. I left the dark paths of their duplicity and turned my eyes toward the light where there is salvation, truth, and justice. They have exiled me now from their society, yet I am content. Mankind only exiles the one whose large spirit rebels against injustice and tyranny. He who does not prefer exile to servility is not free in the true and necessary sense of freedom.

My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding... And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.

There are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.

The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious to the rose.

Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.

We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.

I am one of those who believe that spiritual progress is a rule of human life, but the approach to perfection is slow and painful. If a woman elevates herself in one respect and is retarded in another, it is because the rough trail that leads to the mountain peak is not free of ambushes of thieves and lairs of wolves.

In the depths of your hopes and desires, lies your silent knowledge of the beyond, and like seeds dreaming beneath the snow, your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

I AM IGNORANT of absolute truth. But I am humble before my ignorance and therein lies my honor and my reward.

Half of what I say is meaningless; but I say it so that the other half may reach you.

When you reach the end of what you should know, you will be at the beginning of what you should sense.

To belittle, you have to be little.

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts.

It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.

Keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life.

It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone... but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.

You may forget with whom you laughed, but you will never forget with whom you wept.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy; To return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.

Love... it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.

Yesterday is but today's memory, and tomorrow is today's dream.

Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.

I love you when you bow in your mosque, kneel in your temple, pray in your church. For you and I are sons of one religion, and it is the spirit.

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work.

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?

I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.

Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

Yesterday we obeyed kings and bent our necks before emperors. But today we kneel only to truth, follow only beauty, and obey only love.

Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.