هرمز جزیره رنگین کمانی

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don&#39;t finally meet somewhere. They&#39;re in each other all along.

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.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

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

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

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.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

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

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.