“A cup brimful of sweetness cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, no matter how suddenly jarred.”
“For a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted.”
“Whether at Naishápúr or Babylon, Whether the Cup with sweet or bitter run, The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.”
“Love, whether it's friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills up drop by drop, until one last drop and the cup is full. The liquid hangs there almost above the rim, hangs there on surface tension alone and you know that one more drop and it will spill over.”
“My heart is a ladle of sweet water brimming over.”
“Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make it so, right in the middle of it we die, lose a leg, fall in love, or drop a jar of applesauce.”