We use our minds not to discover facts but to hide them. One of things the screen hides most effectively is the body, our own body, by which I mean, the ins and outs of it, its interiors. Like a veil thrown over the skin to secure its modesty, the screen partially removes from the mind the inner states of the body, those that constitute the flow of life as it wanders in the journey of each day. (p.28).

Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.

With my veil I put my faith on display—rather than my beauty. My value as a human is defined by my relationship with God, not by my looks. I cover the irrelevant. And when you look at me, you don’t see a body. You view me only for what I am: a servant of my Creator.You see, as a Muslim woman, I’ve been liberated from a silent kind of bondage. I don’t answer to the slaves of God on earth. I answer to their King.

A mindset of gratitude lifts the veil of bitterness and allows you to see beauty and possibility.

Peculiar I say, how so often the smallest, most seemingly insignificant details later unveil their faces as vital means for progression.

I haven’t written you a poem in years it seems.How can it be my faultwhen the words to describe you have not yet been created?When the alphabet lacks the very letters?How can it be my fault when your loveliness only growsby the time I reach for pen and paper?Tell me how I am at faultwhen I am only a beginner in poemsand you are exquisite poetry?To write you in words is to put a veil upon you.Why must I writewhen I can kiss you instead?

Through the veil of Love, one finds the heaven on Earth.

At critical moments the veil between the little-self and the deep self thins and a meaningful self-adjustment becomes possible. If a person does not become paralyzed with fear or frozen in hatred, the wise self hidden within will rise to the occasion.

Culture is a symbolic veil with which we hide our animal nature from ourselves … and other animals.

The sky blue strengthens slowly, the dawn light rosy and pale the summer song of our romance begin to unveil...With every heart beat and the waves' breath...The time stood in harmony still. Your morning kiss my hands could feel...By your lips soft, so warm, so very gentle, nice and full of life...