What is delayed is not lost.

Genius does not only pertain to the brain, it belongs above all to the heart.

You are not only the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illumines, warms, and revivifies! This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.

I must have true love or nothing.

Love exalts as much as glory does.

I could dispense with life sooner than with your love.

When I am dead, I am certain that the imprint of my love will be found on my heart. It is impossible to worship as I do without leaving some visible trace behind when life is over.

The abuse of love, like the abuse of health, brings suffering and death in its train.

Whatever you are going through, it will not last. I promise you. You are not going to stay there. Tell yourself, “I am not staying here. It is just a season.” Seasons change.

Life and death are of supreme importance. Time swiftly passes by and opportunity is lost. Each of us should strive to awaken. Awaken. Take heed, do not squander your life.

At every step there is a pretext for enmity against our brother.

Soon I will be an old, white-haired lady, into whose lap someone places a baby, saying, "Smile, Grandma!" - I, who myself so recently was photographed on my grandmother's lap.

I found longer races boring. I found the mile just perfect.

Erdogan wants an old-fashioned Islam, if you will, for lack of a better term.

You are rewarded not according to your work or your time but according to the measure of your love.

Plan. Yes. Good idea. I should come up with a plan.

In traditional agriculture, the soil is the mother. She's the mother who gives, to whom you must give back.

I love the HRC. The initials are great.