Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.

Your depression is connected to your insolence and refusal to praise.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

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

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

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

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

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.