Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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

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.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

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

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

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

the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

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

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

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

Don&#39;t be surprised at Fortune&#39;s turns and twists: That wheel has spun a thousand yarns before.

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