What did Rumi mean by: I am the glorious sun, the ocean laden with pearls. Within my heart is the grandeur of heaven. - Rumi Poet · Persia Copy
+ Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Heart, Sorrow, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Give your life to the one who already owns your breath and your moments. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023February 18, 2024, Rumi, Moments, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Bird, Soul, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ When love first tasted the lips of being human, it started singing. Explain Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023February 19, 2024, Rumi, Lips, Singing, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Let’s ask God to help us to self-control for one who lacks it, lacks his grace. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Grace, Motivational, Self, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ LOVE and LOVER live in Eternity. Other desires are substitutes for that way of being. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Desire, Lovers, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Lose your soul in God’s Love… I swear there is no other way ! Explain Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023February 19, 2024, Rumi, Soul, Swear, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
+ Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Rumi, Eyelashes, Heart, Writing, 0 - Rumi Poet · Persia
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
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover; there’s no rain left in heaven. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
