Little did she know that this was going to be not just any book, but the book that changed her life. In the time she was reading it, her life would be rewritten. 14-15
I hunt everywhere for a life worth living and a knowledge worth knowing. Having roots nowhere, I have everywhere to go.
Moments are born and moments die. For new experiences to come to life, old ones need to wither away.92
My life is complete and fulfilled, in that I have been blessed with the three things I hold most dear: knowledge, virtue, and the capability to help others find God. 98
A saint belongs to all humanity. 100
Personally, I didn’t think there was anything wrong with sadness. Just the opposite – hypocrisy made people happy and truth made them sad. 102
Believe it or not, they call this purgatory on earth “holy suffering”. 104
Infidelity had a smell. 63
Love exists within each of us from the moment we are born and waits to be discovered from then on. 112
The past is a whirlpool. If you let it dominate your present moment, it will suck you in. 135
Is there a way to grasp what love means without becoming a lover first?
Love cannot be explained. It can only be experienced.
Love cannot be explained, yet it explains all. 194
When you step into the zone of love, you won’t need language. 220
“Religious rule and prohibitions are important,” he said. “But they should not be turned into unquestionable taboos. It is with such awareness that I drink the wine you offer me today, believing with all my heart that there is sobriety beyond the drunkenness of love.” 246
Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means that we haven’t loved enough. 277
Words give me openings to break through the darkness in my heart. 288
By and large over time, pain turns to grief, grief turns into silence, and silence turns into lonesomeness, as vast and bottomless as the dark oceans… You think you cannot live anymore. You think that the light of your soul has been put out and that you will stay in the dark forever. But when you are engulfed by such solid darkness, when you have both eyes closed to the world, a third eye opens in your heart. And only then do you come to realise that eyesight conflicts with inner knowledge. No eye sees so clear and sharp as the eye of love. After grief comes another season, another valley, another you. And the lover who is nowhere to be found, you start to see everywhere.
You see him in every drop of water that falls into the ocean, in the high tide that follows the waxing moon, or in the morning wind that spreads its fresh smell; you see him in the geomancy symbols in the sand, in the tiny particles of rock glittering under the sun, in the smile of a newborn baby, or in your throbbing vein. 341
Love has taken away all of my practices and habits. Instead it has filled me with poetry. And though I know that there are no words that can express this inner journey of mine, I believe in words. I am a believer of words. 342
[…] if there was anything worse in the eyes of society than a woman abandoning her husband for another man, it was a woman abandoning her future for the present moment. 346