What did Hafez mean by: The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love. - Hafez Copy
+ Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light…And let it breathe. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hafez, Heart, Light, Sleep, 0 - Hafez
+ Let tenderness pour from your eyes, the way sun gazes warmly on earth. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hafez, Earth, Eye, 0 - Hafez
+ Your separation from God is the hardest work you will ever do. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hafez, Hardest, Separation, Soul, 0 - Hafez
+ Grieve not because thou understand-not life’s mystery; behind the veil is concealed many a delight. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hafez, Delight, Grieving, Veils, 0 - Hafez
+ Your life within God’s arms, Your dance within God’s arms, Is already Perfect! Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hafez, Arms, God, Perfect, 0 - Hafez
+ Every desire of your body is holy; Every desire of your body is Holy. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hafez, Body, Desire, Holy, 0 - Hafez
+ I wish I could show you…the astonishing light of your own being. Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hafez, Confidence, Light, Self-esteem, 0 - Hafez
+ Tis writ on Paradise’s gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to fate! Feraz Zeid, January 17, 2024January 17, 2024, Hafez, Destiny, Fate, Yield, 0 - Hafez
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show. - Jean Cocteau Artist · France
We are more sociable, and get on better with people by the heart than the intellect. Explain - 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. Explain - 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
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
A noble heart cannot suspect in others the pettiness and malice that it has never felt. - Jean Racine Playwright · France
The heart that can no longer love passionately must with fury hate. - Jean Racine Playwright · France