霍尔木兹彩虹岛

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.

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.

海上的霍尔木兹岛

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.

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

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

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

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.

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

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