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“A single word can brighten the face of one who knows the value of words. Ripened in silence, a single word acquires a great energy for work. War is cut short by a word, and a word heals the wounds, and there’s a word that changes poison into butter and honey. Let a word mature inside yourself. Withhold the unripened thought. Come and understand the kind of word that reduces money and riches to dust. Know when to speak a word and when not to speak at all. A single word turns the universe of hell into eight paradises. Follow the Way. Don’t be fooled by what you already know. Be watchful. Reflect before you speak. A foolish mouth can brand your soul. Yunus, say one last thing about the power of words – Only the word “I” divides me from God.”

Quote by Yunus Emre

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Yunus Emre
Yunus Emre

A wandering poet and a giant in Turkish literature, Yunus Emre was born in 1240 and died in 1321. His poetry has deeply touched the Turkish people and is hailed as one of the founders of Turkish literature. more

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