I smile like a flower not only with my lips but with my whole being.
What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.
Smiles come best from those who weep.
There is no worse sickness for the soul, o you who are proud, than this pretense of perfection.
This world is full of remedies. But you have no remedy until God opens a window for you. You may not be aware of that remedy just now. In the hour of need it will be made clear to you. The Prophet said God made a remedy for every pain.
Let lovers be crazy, disgraceful and wild Those who fret about such things Aren’t in love.