Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

Oh, wandering One, if you are in search of the greatest treasure, don't look outside. Look within, and seek That.

Someone who goes with a half a loaf of bread to a small place that fits like a nest around him, someone who wants no more, who is not himself longed for by anyone else. He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live.

Sit with lovers and choose their state. Do not stay long with those who are not living in the heart.

Where, with your one rose you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Our greatest strength lies in the gentleness and tenderness of our heart.

I lost everything i have, found myself.