Oh, Lord, nourish me not with love, but with the desire for love.

How can the heart travel to God, when it is chained by its desires?

God sleeps in the rock, dreams in the plant, stirs in the animal, and awakens in man.

The ignorant one does not see his ignorance as he basks in its darkness; nor does the knowledgeable one see his own knowledge, for he basks in its light

I believe in the religion of Love, whatever direction its caravans may take, for Love is my religion and my faith.

If you find it complicated to answer someone’s question, do not answer it, for his container is already full and does not have room for the answer

There was a time, when I blamed my companion if his religion did not resemble mine. Now, however, my heart accepts every form....Love alone is my religion.

I am in love with no other than myself, and my very separation is my union... I am my beloved and my lover; I am my knight and my maiden.

When you know yourself, your 'I'ness vanishes and you know that you and Allah are one and the same.

I follow the Way of Love, and where Love's caravan takes its path, there is my religion, my faith.

Your personal nature seeks its paradise.

As if I were the funniest, weirdest girl in the world - that's how he used to look at me.

Your destiny can only be defined by you.

Might we begin then to transform our passing illuminations into abiding light?

Let's execute along this strategy, but know that we'll probably get some of this wrong, so be open to changing it.

If a few people decide not to buy my album it's really not going to change my life that much.

There'll never be any revolution. Humanity has bartered it for Coca-Cola and cable television.

Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.

The discipline of the writer is to learn to be still and listen to what his subject has to tell him.

The more love you give in your day-to-day life, the greater the magnetic power of love you have in the field around you, and everything you want will fall at your feet.

The boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane's twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was just as lovely.