I know you're tired but come, this is the way.

By the mercy of Allah Paradise has eight doors one of those is the door of repentance, child. All the others are sometimes open, sometimes shut, but the door of repentance is never closed. Come seize the opportunity: the door is open; carry your baggage there at once.

Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.

Finding faults is for those with tired minds.

Hall of Love has ten thousand swords. Don't be afraid to use one.

A lover knows only humility, he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.