Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

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;

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds.

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.

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

What shall I say, O Muslims, I know not myself, I am neither a Christian, nor a Jew, nor a Zoroastrian, nor a Muslim.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

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?

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.