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.

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.

You've come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don't know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

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.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what's hidden.

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.