Grace Comes To Forgive And Then Forgive

My Religion Is, To Live Through Love.

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire. Your Essence Is Gold Hidden In Dust. To Reveal Its Splendor You Need To Burn In The Fire Of Love.

He Is Like A Man Using A Candle To Look For The Sun

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.

In The Blackest Of Your Moments, Wait With No Fear.