ثمة قفر فسيح اسمه القلب،في أعماقه أضعت سبيلي . - Rabindranath Tagore

Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield,But to my own strength.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,But for the patience to win my freedom.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

In love all the contradictions of existence merge themselves and are lost. Only in love are unity and duality not at variance. Love must be one and two at the same time. Only love is motion and rest in one. Our heart ever changes its place till it finds love, and then it has its rest. But this rest itself is an intense form of activity where utter quiescence and unceasing energy meet at the same point in love. In love, loss and gain are harmonised. In its balance-sheet, credit and debit accounts are in the same column, and gifts are added to gains. In this wonderful festival of creation, this great ceremony of self-sacrifice of God, the lover constantly gives himself up to gain himself in love. Indeed, love is what brings together and inseparably connects both the act of abandoning and that of receiving.