“Look at you, you madman! Screaming you are thirsty and dying in a desert, when all around you there is nothing but water!”

Are you looking for the Holy One? I am in the next seat. My shoulder is against yours.

If you haven’t experienced it, it’s not true.

My Beloved One gleams like the lightning flash in the sky.

When the flower opens, the bees will come.

I felt in need of a great pilgrimage, so I sat still for three days and God came to me.

Do not go to the garden of flowers! O friend! go not there; In your body is the garden of flowers. Take your seat on the thousand petals of the lotus, and there gaze on the infinite beauty.

I am not a Hindu, Nor a Muslim, I am this body, a play Of five elements a drama Of the spirit dancing With joy and sorrow.

Faith,Waiting in the heart of a seed, Promises a miracle of life which cannot prove at once.

Do you believe there is some place that will make thesoul less thirsty? In that great absence you will find nothing.

Listen to me brother! bring the vision of the Beloved in your heart.

When the bride is one with her lover, who cares about the wedding party?

If you don’t break your ropes while you’re alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?

As the bee collecteth honey with great zest, so the fool collecteth wealth.

What is found now is found then. If you find nothing now, you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death.

Do not praise yourself not slander others: There are still many days to go and any thing could happen.

If you want the truth, I’ll tell you the truth. Listen to the secret sound, the real sound, which is inside you.

As our Father makes many a flower to bloom unseen in the lonely desert, [let us] do all that we can do, as under God’s eye, though no other eye ever take note of it.

The deity who stalked the deserts of the Middle East millennia ago-and who seems to have abandoned them to bloodshed in his name ever since-is no one to consult on questions of ethics.

A child raised on a desert island, alone, without social interaction, without language, and thus lacking empathy, is still a sentient being.

Not everyone knows what to do when they come across a snowflake in the desert.

The deserts of the Middle East are in need of water, not bombers.

We must go out into a desert of some kind (your backyard will do) and come into a personal experience of the awesome love of God.

There were two saints in the desert, who had sewed thorns into all their clothes; and we seek for nothing but comfort!

The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune’s spite; revive from ashes and rise.