Love passes by us, robed in meekness; but we flee from her in fear, or hide in the darkness; or else pursue her, to do evil in her name.
Khalil GibranHow often have you sailed in my dreams. And now you come in my awakening, which is my deeper dream.
Khalil GibranAm I a harp that the hand of the mighty may touch me, or a flute that his breath may pass through me? A seeker of silences am I, and what treasure have I found in silences that I may dispense with confidence?
Khalil Gibran