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.
From Rumi
The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.
When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.
I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.
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.
Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.
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