Hormuz The Rainbow Island

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don&#39;t finally meet somewhere. They&#39;re in each other all along.

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

Hormuz Island from sea

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.

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

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

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

Don&#39;t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

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.

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

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.