Hormuz The Rainbow Island

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?

The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together.

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

Hormuz Island from sea

This is the essence of all sciences - that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

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.

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

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

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.

Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.

I have learned so much from God that I can no longer call myself a Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, a Buddhist, a Jew.