Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows the flowers, not thunder. |
The soul has been given its own ears to hear things the mind does not understand. |
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river move through you, a joy. |
You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean. |
A lover in life will be a lover in death, a lover in the tomb, a lover in paradise, a lover on the day of resurrection. |
Wear gratitude like a cloak and it will feed every corner of your life. |
Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. |
In silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves. |
Be suspicious of what you want. |
The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you. |