A Lover Is Always Accused Of Something.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River.

Love Isn't The Work Of The Tender And The Gentle; Love Is The Work Of Wrestlers. The One Who Becomes A Servant Of Lovers Is Really A Fortunate Sovereign. Don't Ask Anyone About Love; Ask Love About Love. Love Is A Cloud That Scatters Pearls.

Whenever Sorrow Comes, Be Kind To It. For God Has Placed A Pearl In Sorrow’s Hand.

A Pearl Goes Up For Auction. No One Has Enough, So The Pearl Buys Itself.

Let's Ask God To Help Us To Self-control For One Who Lacks It, Lacks His Grace.