People of the world don't look at themselves, and so they blame one another.
These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.
In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.
Everything in life is speaking in spite of it's apparent silence.
Once you conquer your selfish self, all your darkness will change to light.
Your Remedy is within you, but you do not sense it. Your Sickness is from you, but you do not perceive it. You Presume you are a small entity, But within you is enfolded the entire universe. You are indeed the evident book, By whose alphabet the hidden becomes the manifest. Therefore, you have no need to look beyond yourself, What you seek is within you, if only you reflect.
Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
I smile like a flower not only with my lips but with my whole being.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you.
If I repent now will God forgive me? No, but if God forgives you, you will repent.
Only from the heart can you touch the sky.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don't go back to sleep.
What strikes the oyster shell doesn't damage the pearl.
Wherever you are, and whatever you do, be in love.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
Be suspicious of what you want.
The perfect mystic is not an ecstatic devotee lost in contemplation of Oneness, nor a saintly recluse shunning all commerce with mankind, but "the true saint" goes in and out amongst the people and eats and sleeps with them and buys and sells in the market and marries and takes part in social intercourse, and never forgets God for a single moment.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.
If Allah created you for this world, He would have created you without death.
Knock, And He'll open the door Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.
Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
A Sufi mystic who had always remained happy was asked.... For seventy years people had watched him, he had never been found sad. One day they asked him, 'What is the secret of your happiness?' He said, 'There is no secret. Every morning when I wake up, I meditate for five minutes and I say to myself, 'Listen, now there are two possibilities: you can be miserable, or you can be blissful. Choose.' And I always choose to be blissful.'
I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God.
Lose your soul in God's Love... I swear there is no other way !
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