هرمز جزیره رنگین کمانی

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

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

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

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.

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, &#39;You owe me.&#39; Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

He who is a slave to his stomach seldom worships God.

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?

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

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

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

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

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.