هرمز جزیره رنگین کمانی

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

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.

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

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

It may be that the satisfaction I need depends on my going away, so that when I&#39;ve gone and come back, I&#39;ll find it at home.

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

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.

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.

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?

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.

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