与Leo一起游览伊朗；伊朗本土狗

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

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

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.

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.

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

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.

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

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

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?

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

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

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.

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.

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

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