Best 123 quotes of Hafez on MyQuotes

We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.

What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.

What Happens What happens when your soul Begins to awaken Your eyes And your heart And the cells of your body To the great Journey of Love? First there is wonderful laughter And probably precious tears And a hundred sweet promises And those heroic vows No one can ever keep. But still God is delighted and amused You once tried to be a saint. What happens when your soul Begins to awake in this world To our deep need to love And serve the Friend? O the Beloved Will send you One of His wonderful, wild companions - Like Hafiz.

Whatis the root of all these words? One thing: Love. But a love so deep and sweet it needed to express itself with scents, sounds, colors that never before existed.

What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!

What we speak becomes the house we live in.

When all your desires are distilled; You will cast just two votes: To love more, And be happy.

When no one is looking, I swallow deserts and clouds and chew on mountains knowing they are sweet bones! When no one is looking and I want to kiss God, I just lift my own hand to my mouth.

When you can make others laugh with jokes that belittle no one and your words always unite, Hafiz will vote for you to be God.

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

You ache with loneliness one night so much you weep and I say 'here is a rope tie it around me Hafiz will be your companion for life'.

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.

Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.

Your life within God's arms, Your dance within God's arms, Is already Perfect!

Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket To protect you.

Your separation from God is the hardest work you will ever do.

You yourself are your own obstacle, rise above yourself.

Art is the conversation between lovers. Art offers an opening for the heart. True art makes the divine silence in the soul Break into applause. Art is, at last, the knowledge of Where we are standing – Where we are standing In this Wonderland When we rip off all our clothes And this blind man's patch, veil, That got tied across our brow. Art is the conversation between lovers. True art awakes the Extraordinary Ovation.

Come, let's get drunk, even if it is our ruin: For sometimes under ruins one finds treasure.

My whole desire is to burn myself away.

What does life give me in the end but sorrow? What do love's good and evil send but sorrow? I've only seen one true companion - pain, And I have known no faithful friend but sorrow.

What good in being a solitary, secret drinker? We're all drunkards together - let's leave it at that.

What's all this hiding happiness and wine away? I've lined up with the libertines now, come what may.