ما إن يعظُم فرحك أو شجنك حتى تمسي الدنيا صغيرة في عينيك

“But the hunter was also the hunted,For many of my arrows left my bow only to se…”

“Think about it. The selfsame well from which your laughter now rises was once f…”

“Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.”

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