Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

Be an empty page, untouched by words.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First, to let go of life. In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self. Heart, I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.

I am so small I can hardly be seen. How can this great love be inside me? Look at your eyes. They are small, but they see enormous things.

To live without you is to be robbed of love and what is life without it? To live without you is death to me, my love but some call it life.

You are the drop,and the ocean you are kindness,you are anger, you are sweetness,you are poison. Do not make me more disheartened. you are the chamber of the sun, you are the abode of venus, you are the garden of all hope. Oh, Beloved, let me enter.

You lack a foot to travel? Then journey into yourself - that leads to transformation of dust into pure gold.