Often times I have hated in self-defense; if I were stronger I would not have used such a weapon.
Khalil GibranThus 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.
Khalil GibranIf you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.
Khalil Gibran