Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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.

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

the truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.

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.

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.

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.

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

A man is insensible to the relish of prosperity &#39;til he has tasted adversity.

There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.

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.

May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.