The thirst of soul is sweeter than the wine of material things, and the fear of spirit is dearer than the security of the body.
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 Gibran