Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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.

The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life&#39;s search for love and wisdom.

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.

You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don&#39;t know the value of your own soul, it&#39;s all foolishness.

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.

When the belly is empty, the body becomes spirit; and when it is full, the spirit becomes body.

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

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

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.

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