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Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

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

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

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.

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.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

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.

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

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

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

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

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.

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

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;

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.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

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

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

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

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