What did Rumi mean by: A pure heart, open to the Light, will be filled with the elixir of Truth. - Rumi Poet · Persia Copy
+ When the ocean surges, don’t let me just hear it. Let it splash inside my chest! Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Chests, Ocean, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Why, when God’s world is so big, did you fall asleep in a prison, of all places? Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Prison, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ You have mourned over others; now sit down for a while and weep over your own self. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Conformity, Self, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ I smile like a flower not only with my lips but with my whole being. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Flower, Lips, Smile, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ You have escaped the cage. Your wings are stretched out. Now fly. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Cages, Wings, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope, free of mountainous wanting. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Dangerous, Freedom, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Whenever sorrow comes, be kind to it. For God has placed a pearl in sorrow’s hand. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Hands, Pearls, Sorrow, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Lo, for I to myself am unknown, now in God’s name what must I do? Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Be Who You Are, Finding yourself, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
You can’t make an architect. But you can open the doors and windows toward the light as you see it. - Frank Lloyd Wright Architect · USA
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We never love with all our heart and all our soul but once, and that is the first time. - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
