“Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.”

I should not make any promises right now, But I know if you Pray Somewhere in this world – Something good will happen.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, ‘love lifts me.’

Greatness is always built on this foundation: the ability to appear, speak and act, as the most common man.

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.

There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

Dear Ones, Beware of the tiny gods frightened men Create To bring anesthetic relief to their sad days.

You ache with loneliness one night so much you weep and I say ‘here is a rope tie it around me Hafiz will be your companion for life’.

Plant a Seed so your Heart will Grow.

We don’t need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.

Run my dear, From anything, That may not strengthen, Your precious budding wings.

You yourself are your own obstacle, rise above yourself.

Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.

I know you have a hundred complex cases against God in court, but never mind, let’s just get out of this mess.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath moves through. Listen to this music.

Think of suffering as being washed.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

Whenever you’re feeling lonely or sad, try going to the loft on a beautiful day and looking outside.

However beautiful the strategy, you should occasionally look at the results.

There is beauty in everything, even in silence and darkness.

Everybody needs beauty, places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike.

The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.

I love my fans. They’re the most beautiful thing in the entire world for me. Every single thing I do is for them.

Hope is such a beautiful word, but it often seems very fragile. Life is still being needlessly hurt and destroyed.