All is known in the sacredness of silence.
Like a sculptor, if necessary, carve a friend out of stone. Realize that your inner sight is blind and try to see a treasure in everyone.
I want a heart which is split, part by part, because of the pain of separation from God, so that I might explain my longing and complaint to it.
Love's creed is separate from all religions.
A lover's life lies in death. You shall not find a heart without losing the heart.
I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.