هرمز جزیره رنگین کمانی

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

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.

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

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?

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

I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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