Hazrat Inayat Khan Quotes

The usefulness of a pot comes from its emptiness.

I'm practicing the oboe. But I don't play. Just single notes, not an entire piece of music.

I played the flute in elementary school, but when I got into high school, they didn't have any flutes; they gave me a clarinet and said, 'Play it in the same way, just hold in a different position.' I really didn't care much for it.

Some people say 'flutist.' Others say 'flautist.' I just say 'flute player.' That's what I was.

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.

Emptiness is bound to bloom, like hundreds of grasses blossoming.

I do not want to be a fly,I want to be a worm!

The tallest oak tree once was an acorn that any pig could have swallowed.

Clarinets, like lawyers, have cases, mouthpieces, and they need a constant supply of hot air in order to function.

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.

You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This is what I feel like: this sound of glass. I feel like the word shatter. I want to be with someone.

If you empty, you can be filled up with anything. It could be water or it could be gasoline.

All in all is all we are.

I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked.

Become empty to become complete, for it is the void that defines the form.

My experience of emptiness is that it is alive with the possibility of everything waiting to be born

A computer is like a violin. You can imagine a novice trying first a phonograph and then a violin. The latter, he says, sounds terrible. That is the argument we have heard from our humanists and most of our computer scientists. Computer programs are good, they say, for particular purposes, but they aren’t flexible. Neither is a violin, or a typewriter, until you learn how to use it.

Time can make soft that iron wood.

You have this resonant box that sounds cool when you smack it, so why not go for it?

She scissored the curls away, and - toms, grow easily sentimental over their haircuts, but I remember this sensation very vividly - it was not like she was cutting hair, it was as if I had a pair of wings beneath my shoulder-blades, that the flesh had all grown over, and she was slicing free.

sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .

I will be thin and pure like a glass cup. Empty. Pure as light. Music. I move my hands over my body - my shoulders, my collarbone, my rib cage, my hip bones like part of an animal skull, my small thighs. In the mirror my face is pale and my eyes look bruised. My hair is pale and thin and the light comes through. I could be a lot younger than seventeen. I could be a child still, untouched.