Hormuz The Rainbow Island

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.

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

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.

Hormuz Island from sea

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

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.

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.

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?

Love will find its way through all languages on its own.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

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.