Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.

Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers.

I am happy even before I have a reason.

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.

The earth has disappeared beneath my feet, It fled from all my ecstasy. Now like a singing air creature I feel the rose keep opening.

Pulling out the chair beneath your mind And watching you fall upon God What else is there for Hafiz to do that is any fun in this world!