Every door is another passage, another boundary we have to go beyond.
The lovers of God have no religion but God alone.
Let soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.
You run back and forth listening for unusual events, peering into the faces of travelers. "Why are you looking at me like a madman?" I have lost a friend. Please forgive me.
The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.
O Seeker, pain and suffering make one aware of God.