"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."
"Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness."
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Source: Khalil Gibran “Selected Short Works of Khalil Gibran”, Library of Alexandria
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