"One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life."
"Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skywards. Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did it grow. At first it was but like a swallow, then a lark, then an eagle, then as vast as a spring cloud, and then it filled the starry heavens. Out of my heart a bird flew skywards. And it waxed larger as it flew. Yet it left not my heart."
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Source: Khalil Gibran (2007). “Kahlil Gibran: Masterpieces”
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