There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom.

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I've gone and come back, I'll find it at home.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.

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.