Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.
I am merely a guest, born in this world to know the secrets that lie beyond it.
You may learn to imitate a birdcall, but do you experience what the nightingale feels for the rose?
Even when tied in a thousand knots, the string is still but one.
Youโre a song, a wished-for song.
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.