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ليتني ليتني طفل لا يكبر أبدا , فلا أنافق ولا أراهن , ولا أكره أحدا
الشك ألم في غاية الوحدة لا يعرف أن اليقين هو توأمه.
ما أنبل القلب الحزين الذي لايمنعه حزنه على ان ينشد أغنية مع القلوب الفرحة
لا يكبر أبدا ً , فلا أنافق ولا أراهن , ولا أكره أحدا ً
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Hearts united in pain and sorrow
will not be separated by joy and happiness.
Bonds that are woven in sadness
are stronger than the ties of joy and pleasure.
Love that is washed by tears
will remain eternally pure and faithful
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“When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth......
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself."
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.”
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One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life
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If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were
