I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.
Your earthly lover can be charming and coquettish but never very faithful. The true lover is the one who on your final day opens a thousand doors.
Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.
Sit with lovers and choose their state. Do not stay long with those who are not living in the heart.
Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts and let them light our path to love.
Love is a river. Drink from it.