Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love.Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Half of life is lost in charming others.The other half is lost in going through anxieties caused by others.Leave this play. You have played enough.
Let the beauty you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth.
The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.
Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life’s search for love and wisdom.
The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.
Love will find its way through all languages on its own.
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.
Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.
The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.
Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.
That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.
May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.
You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?
It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I’ve gone and come back, I’ll find it at home.
There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground there are a thousand ways to go home again.
However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations… Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.