与Leo一起游览伊朗；伊朗本土狗

I fear God and next to God I mostly fear them that fear him not.

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.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

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

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.

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?

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

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

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don&#39;t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

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.

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

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

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

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

I have no companion but Love, no beginning, no end, no dawn. The Soul calls from within me: &#39;You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.&#39;

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds.

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

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

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

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.