与Leo一起游览伊朗；伊朗本土狗

Through Love all that is bitter will be sweet, Through Love all that is copper will be gold, Through Love all dregs will become wine, through Love all pain will turn to medicine.

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.

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don&#39;t give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

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

Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.

Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely in the eye.

Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.

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

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.

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.

Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.

Ever since happiness heard your name, it has been running through the streets trying to find you.

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

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.

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

That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.

We are born of love; Love is our mother.

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.

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

The moment I first heard love I gave up my soul, my heart, and my eyes.

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.