‎Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

If you could leave your selfishness, you would see how you've been torturing your soul.

Keep silent, because the world of silence is a vast fullness

There are lovers content with longing. I’m not one of them.

And patience flees my heart, And reason flees my mind. Oh, how drunk can I get to be, Without your love's security?

We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.