Hormuz L'isola arcobaleno

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.

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

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

Water, stories, the body, all the things we do, are mediums that hid and show what&#39;s hidden.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don&#39;t finally meet somewhere. They&#39;re in each other all along.

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.