If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.
Love and doubt have never been on speaking terms.
Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love.
Work is love made visible. And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.
When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
Hallow the body as a temple to comeliness and sanctify the heart as a sacrifice to love; love recompenses the adorers.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.
Time has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled its face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration.
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?
If the grandfather of the grandfather of Jesus had known what was hidden within him, he would have stood humble and awe-struck before his soul.
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has b...
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers.
The teacher who is indeed wise does not bid you to enter the house of his wisdom but rather leads you to the threshold of your mind.
When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music. Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?
Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Wisdom ceases to be wisdom when it becomes too proud to weep, too grave to laugh, and too selfish to seek other than itself.
