“Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.”

Wherever you stand, be the Soul of that place.

Love is the bridge between you and everything.

Your breath touched my soul and I saw beyond all limits.

Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?

If Light Is In Your Heart You Will Find Your Way Home.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.

You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.

If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

The cure for pain is in the pain.

Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?

I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God.

In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances.

The rose’s rarest essence lives in the thorns.

Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

To be beloved is all I need, And whom I love, I love indeed.

The curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many.

There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries.

The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved.

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply… For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much.

Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that’s the inheritor of our fear.

Cry, the beloved country, these things are not yet at an end.

They were soon to emigrate to Canada, and the aerial ride was meant to be a last view of their beloved England.