Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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.

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.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

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.

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

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

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?

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

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

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

You&#39;ve come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don&#39;t know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.