Land of the rising sun

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life&#39;s search for love and wisdom.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.