Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.

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

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

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?

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.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

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

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

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.

When I die, I shall soar with angels, and when I die to the angels, what I shall become you cannot imagine.

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

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.