与Leo一起游览伊朗；伊朗本土狗

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

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 way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, &#39;You owe me.&#39; Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds.

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

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

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

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

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

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.

Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.

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?

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