Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

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?

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.

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

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

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

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

Whenever you argue with another wiser than yourself in order that others may admire your wisdom, they will discover your ignorance.

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

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

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