And God said Love Your Enemy, and I obeyed him and loved myself.
A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.
The biggest thing in today's sorrow is the memory of yesterday's joy.
Your children are not your children.They are sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you.And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.You may giv...
Dig anywhere in the earth and you will find a treasure, only you must dig with the faith of a peasant.
But you who walk facing the sun, what images drawn on the earth can hold you? You who travel with the wind, what weathervane shall direct your course? What man's law shall bind you if you break your y...
And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fullfilment. you should b...
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
Oftentimes we call Life bitter names, but only when we ourselves are bitter and dark. And we deem her empty and unprofitable, but only when the soul goes wandering in desolate places, and the heart is...
Beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.
You pray in your distress and in your need would that you might also pray in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
Art arises when the secret vision of the artist and the manifestation of nature agree to find new shapes.
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,the more joy you can contain.Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?And is not the lute that soothes your s...
And even as each one of you stands alone in God's knowledge, so must each one of you be alone in his knowledge of God and in his understanding of the earth.
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper,That we may record our emptiness.
إن الحياة ظلامٌ إلاّ إذا صاحبها الحافز،وكل حافز ضرير إلاّ إذا اقترن بالمعرفة،وكل معرفة هَباء، إلاّ إذا رافقها العمل،وكل عمل خَواء، إلا إذا امتزج بالحبَّ؛فإذا امتزج عملُك بالحب فقد وصلتَ نَفسَك بنفسك،...
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream. And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelli...
Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.
Look at the Darkness, giving birth to the Sun
Extreme torture is mute, and so we sat silent, petrified, like columns of marble buried under the sand of an earthquake. Neither wished to listen to the other because our heart-threads had become weak...