Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

He who seeks ecstasy in love should not complain of suffering.

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 ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.