There was beauty to him that for just a moment stirred in her a kind of recognition, perhaps a desire; the thought passed through her mind, is this how angels look, beneath their robes, shed of their wings?

The smooth, white skin of a boy who had never worked or fought in his life, and yet a posture of utter boldness, as if he had never met an equal, let alone a s…

I took the leap, yes, but I didn't like the ledge where I landed - I fought the bear, I kissed the princess, but now I don't want to be king. Well, where in th…

That was the way communication was among women, most of the time; few women realized it, but they all depended on it. 'Women's intuition' wasn't intuition at a…

Persian Sufi poetry is animated by a vision of divine beauty-that beauty which is in the words of Keats, 'a joy forever.' This beauty is also, in the theologic…

The desire of love, Joy: The desire of life, Peace: The desire of the soul, Heaven: The desire of God ... a flame-white secret forever.

I said to the almond tree: 'Speak to me of God.' and the almond tree blossomed.