Hormuz l'île Rainbow

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

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

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.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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

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.

Don&#39;t be surprised at Fortune&#39;s turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

A little and a little, collected together, becomes a great deal; the heap in the barn consists of single grains, and drop and drop make the inundation.

When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.