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.

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.

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

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.

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.

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

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?

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.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

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

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

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

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.

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.

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

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