Brigitta

“I want you to love me as a poet loves his sorrowful thoughts. I want you to remember me as a traveller remembers a calm pool in which his image was reflected as he drank its water. I want you to remember me as a mother remember her child that died before it saw the light, and I want you to remember me as a merciful king remembers a prisoner who died before his pardon reached him. I want you to be my companion, and I want you to visit my father and console him in his solitude because I shall be leaving him soon and shall be a stranger to him.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Broken Wings

“the moments which united us are greater than centuries, and the light that illuminated our spirits is stronger than the dark; and if the tempest separates us on this rough ocean, the waves will unite us on the calm shore; and if this life kills us, death will unite us.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Broken Wings

“But, what I learned from this journey, from finding my real-life Mr. Perfect Paper, is that love isn't something that can be quantified on a list. Love is messy. And terrifying. It shows up whwn you least expect it, and complicates your life in every way. But it's also...safe. And comforting. It allowas you to be yourself completely, without judgement or fear, and it feels right. I don't know how something so incredibly scary can also feel right, but I need to give this inkling in my heart--in my soul--a chance.”
― Jean Meltzer, Mr. Perfect on Paper

“I will do all you have said and will make my soul an envelope for your soul, and my heart a residence for your beauty and my breast a grave for your sorrows. I shall love you , Selma, as the prairies love the spring, and I shall live in you in the life of a flower under the sun’s rays. I shall sing your name as the valley sings the echo of the bells of the village churches; I shall listen to the language of your soul as the shore listens to the story of the waves. I shall remember you as a stranger remembers his beloved country, and as a hungry man remembers a banquet, and as a dethroned king remembers the days of his glory, and as a prisoner remembers the hours of ease and freedom. I shall remember you as a sower remembers the bundles of wheat on his threshing flour, and as a shepherd remembers the green prairies the sweet brooks.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Broken Wings