A Quote by Christopher Ruberto on love, poetry, beloved, and broken heart

Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows from one which is loved.

Christopher Ruberto

Contributed by: Siona

A Quote by Baha'u'llah on straight path, god, beloved, and spirit

Peace be upon him who follows the Straight Path!

The true seeker hunts naught but the object of his quest, and the lover has no desire save union with his Beloved.

Nor shall the seeker reach his goal unless he sacrifice all things. That is, whatever he has seen, and heard, and understood (before), all must he set at naught, that he may enter the Realm of the Spirit, which is the City of God.

Verily we are from God, and to Him shall we return!

Baha'u'llah (1817 - 1892)


Contributed by: Spiritual Heart

A Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson on love, wise, beloved, virtues, and ralph waldo emerson

He Who is in love is wise and is becoming wiser, sees newly every time he looks at the object beloved, drawing from it with his eyes and his mind those virtues which it posses.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)

Source: Ralph Waldo Emerson

Contributed by: Dreamsphiire

A Quote by Neale Donald Walsch on love, experience, and beloved

Let your love propel your beloveds into the world—and into the full experience of who they are. In this will you have truly loved.

Neale Donald Walsch

Source: Conversations with God : An Uncommon Dialogue (Book 1)

Contributed by: Gaia Team

A Quote by Mevlana Jelalu'ddin Rumi on ear, beloved, whispering, and atom

Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being, and you will hear at every moment what the Source is whispering to you…you are -we all are-the beloved of the beloved, and in every moment, in every event of your life , the Beloved is whispering to you exactly what you need to hear and know. Who can ever explain this miracle? It simply is.

Mevlana Rumi (1207 - 1273)

Contributed by: Little Big O

A Quote by unknown on calling, longing, sufi, self, and beloved

I am calling to you from afar;
Calling to you since the very beginning of days.
Calling to you across millennia,
For aeons of time-
Calling-calling. Since always.
It is part of your being, my voice,
But it comes to you faintly and you only hear it sometimes;
"I don't know," you may say.
But somewhere you know.
"I can't hear," you say, "what is it and where?"
But somewhere you hear, and deep down you know.
For I am that in you which has been always;
I am that in you which will never end.
Even if you say, "Who is calling?"
Even if you think, "Who is that?"
Where will you run? Just tell me.
Can you run away from yourself?

For I am the Only One for you;
There is no other,
Your Promise, your Reward am I alone-
Your Punishment, your longing
And your Goal.


Contributed by: nobody

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