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.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.
We are born of love; Love is our mother.
Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.
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.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there.
Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.
Whenever you are alone, remind yourself that God has sent everyone else away so that there is only you and Him.
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.
As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.
Love will find its way through all languages on its own.
Always remember you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, smarter than you think and twice as beautiful as you’d ever imagined. Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don’t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.
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.