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

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

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

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.

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.

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

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

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

You&#39;ve come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don&#39;t know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.

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.

A man is insensible to the relish of prosperity &#39;til he has tasted adversity.

The best loved by God are those that are rich, yet have the humility of the poor, and those that are poor and have the magnanimity of the rich.

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.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

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.

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.

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

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.

You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don&#39;t know the value of your own soul, it&#39;s all foolishness.

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

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