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

Fear is the cheapest room in the house.

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.

Look at Love...how it tangleswith the one fallen in love .

Don't look at your form, however ugly or beautiful. Look at love and at the aim of your quest...O you whose lips are parched, keep looking for water. Those parched lips are proof that eventually you will reach the source.

Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love .