Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

You&#39;ve come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don&#39;t know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

However much I might try to expound or explain Love, when I come to Love itself, I am ashamed of my explanations... Love alone can explain the mysteries of love and lovers.