Land of the rising sun

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

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

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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.

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

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

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

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

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