sufi

If you cannot laugh frequently and genuinely, you have no soul.

Words have to die if humans are to live.

Study institutions may become visible when the head is more emptied of imaginings.

He who knows himself, knows his Lord' means, among other things, that self-deception prevents knowledge.

They say: 'Seek wisdom while you have the strength, or you may lose the strength without gaining wisdom.

The man who knows must discharge a function. The one who does not, cannot arrogate one to himself; he can only try to do so.

The person that you feel yourself to be, according to the Sufis, is a false person, which has no true reality.

Real generosity is anonymous to the extent that a man should be prepared even to be considered ungenerous rather than explain it to others.

A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed,cut holes in it, and called it a human being.Since then, it's been wailing a tender agonyof parting, never mentioning the skillthat gave it life as a flute

The dance had distilled her and she had become one with the essence of all that is.

When Fortune knocks, open the door,' they say. But why should one make fortune knock, by keeping the door shut?

Do we find ourself or does our self get demolished?

RemedyYour medicine is in you, and you do not observe it. Your ailment is from yourself, and you do not register it.Hazrat Ali

There can be no spirituality, according to the Sufi masters, without psychology, psychological insight and sociological balance.

Sufis are those who have expunged from their minds the human tendencies of envy and enmity.

We are here in a wood of little beeches: And the leaves are like black lace Against a sky of nacre. One bough of clear promise Across the moon. It is in this wise that God speaketh unto me. He layeth hands of healing upon my flesh, Stilling it in an eternal peace, Until my soul reaches out myriad and infinite hands Toward him, And is eased of its hunger. And I know that this passes: This implacable fury and torment of men, As a thing insensate and vain: And the stillness hath said unto me, Over the tumult of sounds and shaken flame, Out of the terrible beauty of wrath, I alone am eternal. One bough of clear promise Across the moon

Virtually all organisations known to you work largely by means of your greed.

I have made You the companion of my heart.But my body is available to those who desire its company,And my body is friendly toward its guest,But the Beloved of my heart is the guest of my soul._