Torre del silenzio

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The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

Rumi

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

Rumi

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.

Saadi

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Rumi

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

Rumi

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?

Rumi

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.

Rumi

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Torre del silenzio

Una Torre del Silenzio è una struttura circolare e rialzata usata dagli zoroastriani per l'esposizione dei morti, in particolare per raccogliere gli uccelli ai fini dell'esclusione.

Torre del silenzio

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

Rumi

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

Rumi

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.

Saadi

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

Rumi

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

Rumi

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?

Rumi

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.

Rumi

Torre del silenzio

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