The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Some suggestions for you :

Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it. It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now. Every moment, a new beauty.

Choose to love the one who does not die.

Whoever finds love beneath hurt and grief disappears into emptiness with a thousand new disguises.

When someone beats a rug with a stick, he is not beating the rug – his aim is to get rid of the dust. Your inward is full of dust from the veil of ‘I’-ness, and that dust will not leave all at once. With every cruelty and every blow, it departs little by little from the heart’s face, sometimes in sleep and sometimes in wakefulness.

When someone is counting out gold for you, don't look at your hands, or the gold. Look at the giver.

The message behind the words is the voice of the heart.

Knock, and He'll open the door. Vanish, and He'll make you shine like the sun. Fall, and He'll raise you to the heavens. Become nothing, and He'll turn you into everything.

This being human is a guest house. Every morning is a new arrival. Be grateful for ever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.

Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river. When the ocean is searching for you, don't walk into the river. Listen to the ocean.

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.

The garden of the world has no limits, except in your mind.

When you are everywhere, you are nowhere. When you are somewhere, you are everywhere.