And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour
of separation.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens
dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather
be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Coming generations will learn equality from poverty, and love from woes.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of
separation.
If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more
beloved.
If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you
should leave your work.
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always
yours.
And if they don't, they never were.
If my survival caused another to perish, then death would be sweeter and more
beloved.