Hormuz The Rainbow Island

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.

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.

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

Hormuz Island from sea

Most of the birds of the Old World can be found here, as Oman is on a strategic route for migrating birds.

I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.

Whenever you argue with another wiser than yourself in order that others may admire your wisdom, they will discover your ignorance.

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

Even after all this time, the sun never says to the earth, &#39;You owe me.&#39; Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.

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.

Don&#39;t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.