Love Possesses Seven Hundred Wings, And Each

My Heart Is So Small It's Almost Invisible. How Can You Place Such Big Sorrows In It? "look," He Answered, "your Eyes Are Even Smaller, Yet They Behold The World.

The Heart Is The Secret Inside The Secret.

This Dance Is The Joy Of Existence.

Since Love Has Made Ruins Of My Heart The Sun Must Come And Illumine Them. Such Generosity Has Broken Me With Shame.

The Only Way To Measure A Lover Is By The Grandeur Of The Beloved.