Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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;

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.

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

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

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.

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

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

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

Have patience. All things are difficult before they become easy.

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

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.