“And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)”

Equality is what does not exist among mortals.

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.

Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.

If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.

And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.

An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.

Be of love a little more careful than of anything.

Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.

You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.

Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.

Time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough.

You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.

Heartthrobs are a dime a dozen.

What can you do with me? My jannah is in my heart! If you take me to jail, I will make zikr of Allah. If you exile me out of my land, I will make takaffur. If you execute me, I would be a shaheed. What can you do with me? Because I am not limited to this dunya. I am living for al-akhira!

I am a mother because my hearts live outside my body.

Whoever sees Christ as a mirror of the Father’s heart, actually walks through the world with new eyes.

For I have learned that every heart will get What it prays for Most.

The heart of the giver makes the gift dear and precious.

Whoever builds his faith exclusively on demonstrative proofs and deductive arguments, builds a faith on which it is impossible to rely. For he is affected by the negativities of constant objections. Certainty(al-yaqin) does not derive from the evidences of the mind but pours out from the depths of the heart.

What can my enemies do to me? My paradise is in my heart, it is with me wherever I go. To imprison me is to provide me with seclusion. To send me into exile is to send me away in the Path of Allah. And to kill me is to make me a martyr.