Hormuz l'île Rainbow

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

The best loved by God are those that are rich, yet have the humility of the poor, and those that are poor and have the magnanimity of the rich.

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;

Don&#39;t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

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

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

An enemy to whom you show kindness becomes your friend, excepting lust, the indulgence of which increases its enmity.

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

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 moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.