Speak a new language so that the world will be a new world.
Listen with ears of tolerance! See through the eyes of compassion! Speak with the language of love
Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other.
All language is a longing for home.
Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk into the language-river. Listen to the ocean, and bring your talky business to an end. Traditional words are just babbling in that presence, and babbling is a substitute for sight.
Love will find its way through all languages on its own.
Love is language that cannot be said, or heard.
The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.
Silence is the language of God, all else is poor translation.
At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love-window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.
You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence, or in absence. Both mourn, the angels, the prophets, and this sadness I feel has taken from me the taste of language, so that I cannot say the flavor of my being apart.
Close the language-door, and open the love-window
Speak with the language of love.
This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.
Speak any language, Turkish, Greek, Persian, Arabic, but always speak with love
Empathy is even better than talking in one language
You're water. We're the millstone. You're wind. We're dust blown up into shapes. You're spirit. We're the opening and closing of our hands. You're the clarity. We're the language that tries to say it. You're joy. We're all the different kinds of laughing.
Hear this if you can: If you want to reach him You have to go beyond yourself And when you finally arrive at the land of absence Be silent Don’t say a thing Ecstasy, not words, is the language spoken there
There is another language beyond language, another place beyond heaven and hell. Precious gems come from another mine, the heart draws light from another source.
In love’s country, language doesn’t have its place. Love is mute.
There are many languages in the world; in meaning all are the same. If you break the cups, water will be unified and will flow together.
Heart is a sea, language is the shore. Whatever is in a sea hits the shore.
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