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“Those whom love has not given wings cannot fly the cloud of appearances to see the magic world in which Selma`s spirit and mine existed together in that sorrowfully happy hour. Those whom Love has not chosen as followers do not hear when Love calls. This story is not for them. Even if they should comprehend these pages, they would not be able to grasp the shadowy meanings which are not clothed in words and do not reside on paper, but what human being is he who has never sipped the wine from the cup of love, and what spirit is it that has never stood reverently before that lighted altar in the temple whose pavement is the hearts of men and women and whose ceiling is the secret canopy of dreams? What flower is that on whose leaves the dawn has never poured a drop of dew; what streamlet is that which lost its course without going to the sea?”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Broken Wings

“Og så stod de der og glodde himmelfalne inn i tomheten. Der var ingen Moses. Han var borte.
- Han har rømt, sa Tjorven.
- Rømt! Og lagt på haspen etter seg, hva, sa Pelle.
Moses hadde nok ikke rømt. Han var tatt.
Tjorven snudde seg mot Stina.
- Var det noe menneske som så deg da du gikk hit igår?
Stina tenker etter.
- Nei, ikke noe menneske. Bare Vesterman.”
― Astrid Lindgren, Ferien auf Saltkrokan

“Silence prevailed, and I could see the pallor of death on the old man`s face. Then he rolled his eyes and looked at us and whispered, "Don`t call the physician, for he might extend my sentence in this prison by his medicine. The days of slavery are gone, and my soul seeks the freedom of the skies...”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Broken Wings

“The heart`s affections are divided like the branches of the cedar tree; if the tree loses one strong branch, it will suffer but it does not die. It will pour all its vitality into the next branch so that it will grow and fill the empty place.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Broken Wings