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An intelligent enemy,' he would say, stroking his beard as if it were a bristly pet, 'rather than a foolish friend.' Or, 'He learnt the language of pigeons, and forgot his own.' Or, the favourite of Jan Fishan Khan: 'Nothing is what it seems. ↗

— Tahir Shah

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The intelligence of the heart bypasses the intellect in the head which works on assumptions and requires a lot of thinking and confusion and makes a person tired and weak. But, the heart intelligence is not only direct and to the point, it also gives you energy, vitality and strength. ↗

— James Dillehay

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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 agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute ↗

— Rumi

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A Drunkard accuses a Drunkard... A sot became extremely drunk - his legs And head sank listless, weighed by wine's thick dregs. A sober neighbour put him in a sack And took him homewards hoisted on his back. Another drunk went stumbling by the first, Who woke and stuck his head outside and cursed. "Hey, you, you lousy dipsomaniac," He yelled as he was borne off in the sack, "If you'd had fewer drinks, just two or three, You would be walking now as well as me. ↗

— فرید الدین عطار

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Life is not only Newton, it is also Milton. ↗

— Wasif Ali Wasif

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What we recognize as Life is actually a premise that enforces the belief of the separateness from God. ↗

— Sufian Chaudhary

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When you enter the House of God, you leave your ego at the door and embrace purity as if your life depended on it. ↗

— Sufian Chaudhary

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Apa perlunya teriakan bagi yang mampu mendengar bisikan ↗

— Rumi

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I know you're tired but come, this is the way. ↗

— Rumi

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There came one and knocked at the door of the Beloved. And a voice answered and said, 'Who is there?' The lover replied, 'It is I.' 'Go hence,' returned the voice; 'there is no room within for thee and me.' Then came the lover a second time and knocked and again the voice demanded, 'Who is there?' He answered, 'It is thou.' 'Enter,' said the voice, 'for I am within. ↗

— Rumi

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