هرمز جزیره رنگین کمانی

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

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

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.

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.

Oh Cup-bearer, set my glass afire with the light of wine!

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

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

Listen! Clam up your mouth and be silent like an oyster shell, for that tongue of yours is the enemy of the soul, my friend. When the lips are silent, the heart has a hundred tongues.

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.

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

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

Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.