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

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

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

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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?

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

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

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

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

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.