Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.
I too am my own forerunner, though I sit in the shadows of my trees and seem motionless.
You pray in your distress and in your need would that you might also pray in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.You would know in words that which you have always known in thought.You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.
The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.
Life without liberty is like a body without spirit.
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