Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, 'You owe me.' Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky.

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows. While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, keeps dropping keys all night long for the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me that I can no longer call myself a man, a woman, an angel, or even a pure soul.

I caught the fire from the heavens and burned away every thought that had no wings.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the secret candle flame of God.

Tear off the veil of solemn piety; the tavern of divine love welcomes only those who dare to be drunk on truth.

Don't surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut more deep. Let it ferment and season you as few human or divine ingredients can.

For I have learned that every heart will get What it is praying for Most.

This sky where we live is no place to lose your wings so love, love, love.

When all your desires are distilled you will cast just two votes: to love more and not to be so serious.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

The earth would die if the sun stopped kissing her. So too the soul withers without divine adoration.

Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred.

Now, why not surrender to the divine beauty that turns every speck of dust into a blazing star?

Laugh because that is the purest form of prayer.

Cast all your votes for dancing and watch how quickly despair packs its bags.

We have not come into this exquisite world to hold ourselves back from love.

Do not sit in the dark corner of worry; the Beloved has prepared a feast in the open courtyard of the soul.

The rose that opens its heart to the morning dew does not ask if it will fade by evening; it simply blooms in flawless splendor.

Let your heart be like the singing flute that leaves no breath trapped inside.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through—listen to this music!

Why give your heart to that which is bound to turn into dust? Give your heart to the eternal Spring.

The fragrance of the Beloved's courtyard has reached me; how can I remain trapped in the cage of worldly anxiety?

O seeker, wash away your scholarly book-learning with the wine of divine ecstasy; the heart knows secrets no pen can ever write.

The nightingale does not consult the thorns before it sings its love song to the rose.

No one has ever traveled the path of love without shedding tears; yet those tears are pearls gathered from the cosmic sea.

Do not grieve over the turning wheel of time; the Master Weaver weaves perfection from both the gold and black threads.

Set your house on fire with divine love, and warm yourself by the golden blaze.

In the market of the world, everyone sells illusions. Come to the tavern of the heart where truth is given freely.

The ocean does not refuse any drop that yearns to return home.

Do not look at the ascetic's solemn frown; look at the joyful glance of the lover of God.

Every leaf in the garden is a page of the holy manuscript, whispering the eternal glory of the Creator.

The secret of the universe is hidden inside a drop of wine: drink deeply of awareness and be reborn.

O heart, be patient in the night of trial; the dawn never forgets its ancient promise to awaken the sky.

When the musician touches the harp of devotion, even the angels in heaven lean down to listen.

The mirror of the heart must be polished with the silk of forgiveness until it reflects the Divine face.

Why complain about the thorns on the path when the scent of the beloved rose is already filling the air?

The tavern of love has no locks on its door; enter freely, leave your ego at the threshold, and drink of eternity.

A single sip of cosmic love is worth more than a thousand kingdoms of worldly glory.

Do not let the dust of sorrow settle on the mirror of your mind; rinse it clean with the water of laughter.

The true dervish owns nothing, yet reigns over the treasures of the cosmos.

Where there is love, no words are needed; the eyes speak a language understood across all realms.

The bird of the soul was not made to peck at crumbs on the ground; its home is the vast expanse of Heaven.

The dawn wind carries the fragrance of eternity: wake up, breathe deeply, and begin anew.

In the school of love, there are no examinations, only the endless delight of seeing the Teacher in all things.

If your heart is broken, rejoice! For the light enters through the fractures of the soul.

The ruby derives its color from the patient fire beneath the earth; let your trials polish your inner jewel.

Do not seek peace in the marketplace of noise; retire into the silent garden of contemplation.

The candle burns through the dark night so that travelers may find the road; be a beacon of compassion for weary souls.

The river sings its sweetest song when it flows over rough stones.

The true mosque of God is built not of bricks and mortar, but of the pure and compassionate heart.

When the Beloved smiles upon your soul, all the gardens of Paradise blush with envy.

Do not count the coins in your purse; count the blessings blooming in your heart.

The wine of presence cures the illness of distraction.

The harp of the heart only plays when the fingers of love pluck its strings.

Do not boast of your piety; humility is the sole key that unlocks the gate of divine mercy.

The sunrise does not check your resume before pouring its golden light into your window.

The caravan of life passes in the blink of an eye; seize this sacred moment to love wholeheartedly.

The moth rushes to the flame not to be destroyed, but to be united with the light.

Let your words be like sweet water to those parched in the desert of despair.

The treasure you travel across continents to find is buried under the floorboards of your own chest.

The cup of contemplation is never empty for the soul that thirsts for truth.

The physician who heals the spirit does not prescribe bitter herbs, but sweet songs of praise.

Do not worship the ashes of yesterday's fire; kindle the flame of devotion here and now.

The lover sees the Beloved in every mirror, in every blossom, in every passing cloud.

The tree that bears the sweetest fruit bends its branches lowest to the ground.

Do not envy the king on his golden throne; the lover asleep in the dust of the Beloved's lane is wealthier by far.

The secret garden of the soul blooms only when watered by tears of pure gratitude.

When love touches the heart, the tongue forgets its disputes and sings in harmony with the cosmos.

The cloud that gives rain does not demand a receipt from the earth.

The anchor of hope holds fast even when storms rage across the worldly sea.

Be like the sun that warms the palace and the hovel with the exact same radiant light.

The soul is an eternal guest in the tent of the body; treat the traveler with royal honor.

The flute is silent until breath fills its hollow; let yourself become empty so the divine melody can pour through you.

Do not be afraid of the deep water; that is where the pearls are found.

The flower that blooms in the desert is a testament to the secret fountain beneath the sand.

When you leave behind the burden of pride, your spirit ascends on the wind like a feather.

The greatest secret of life is that the Beloved was never absent for even a single breath.

The cup of wine in the hand of the sage is the mirror that reflects the whole universe.

Cast off the heavy chains of worry; the cosmic gardener knows exactly when each blossom must open.

In the courtyard of love, tears are converted into laughter and longing is transformed into light.

The night sky is an open letter written in silver stars, telling you that you are never alone.

The music of the heart needs no translation; every soul in the universe recognizes its sacred melody.

Rejoice in the present hour, for life is a festival of divine beauty.

The door to the secret tavern of grace is opened with the golden key of gratitude.

Let your spirit shine with such brilliance that darkness forgets where it came from.

The lover of God sleeps upon the bare earth and dreams of palaces of light.

The sweet breeze of the dawn is the messenger carrying the scent of the infinite.

Do not trade the diamond of your inner peace for the pebble of worldly fame.

When the night is at its darkest, the morning star begins its sacred dance.

The tavern of the soul has room for every wandering traveler: enter and drink of boundless love.

The rose does not withhold its perfume from the beggar nor reserve it only for the king.

Let your laughter be like spring rain that awakens the dormant seeds of joy across the earth.

The true jewel of the heart is forged in the furnace of longing and polished by the waters of grace.

The heart is a thousand-stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.

I have dropped my fear of the dark, for the dark is where the Beloved paints the stars.

Do not grieve over the broken cup; in the tavern of eternity, the wine is poured directly into the heart.

The wound is the place where the light enters you.

What you seek is seeking you.

The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.

Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.

Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strength.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.