Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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.

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

Beg of God the removal of envy, that God may deliver you from externals, and bestow upon you an inward occupation, which will absorb you so that your attention is not drawn away.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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;