An eye for an eye, and the whole world would be blind. |
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. |
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. |
And I have found both freedom and safety in my madness. Freedom of loneliness and safety from being understood. For those who understand us enslave something in us. |
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. |
And the self-same well from which your laughter rises was often-times filled with your tears. |
And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted that seasons pass over your fields and you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. |
Are you a politician asking what your country can do for you, or a zealous one asking what you can do for your country? If you are the first, then you are a parasite; if the second, then you are an oasis in the desert |
Art arises when the secret vision of the artist and the manifestation of nature agree to find new shapes. |
Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed. |
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. |
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart |
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart |
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart |
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. |