The professors in the academy say, “Do not make the model more beautiful than she is,” and my soul whispers, “O if you could only paint the model as beautiful as she really is.
I hope I will live long and be able to do some things worthy of giving to you who is giving so much to me.
And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy.
The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his followers, gives not of his wisdom but rather of his faith and his lovingness.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love; for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;.
The sun teaches to all things that grow their longing for the light. But it is night that raises them to the stars.
I loved him not, yet I did not hate Him. I listened to Him not to hear His words but rather he sound of His voice; for His voice pleased me. All that He said was vague to my mind, but the music thereof was clear to my ear. Indeed were it not for what others have said to me of His teaching, I should not have known even so much as whether He was with Judea or against it.
Love that comes between the naivete and awakening of youth satisfies itself with possessing, and grows with embraces. But Love which is born in the firmament’s lap and has descended with the night’s secrets is not contented with anything but eternity and immortality.
In the forests, there is no religion. No, not even ugly blasphemy there.
A great singer is he who sings our silences.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To.
Every thought I have imprisoned in expression I must free by my deeds.
Life kisses our faces every morning. Yet, between morning and evening, she laughs at our sorrows.
For how can a tyrant rule the free and the proud, but for a tyranny in their own freedom and a shame in their own pride?
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and nights.
It is life in quest of life in bodies that fear the grave.
I am not strong enough for life’s pleasure and sweetness, because a bird with broken wings cannot fly in the spacious sky. The eyes that are accustomed to the dim light of a candle are not strong enough to stare at the sun.
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings.