هرمز جزیره رنگین کمانی

People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.

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

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?

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.

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

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.

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.

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

That which is false troubles the heart, but truth brings joyous tranquillity.

There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.

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

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.