These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.
Sometimes the shadow stays next to the Light. Sometimes it disappears into the Light
Love possesses seven hundred wings, and each one extends from the highest heaven to the lowest earth.
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.
Speak any language, Turkish, Greek, Persian, Arabic, but always speak with love