"Cuando mi voz calle con la muerte, mi corazón te seguirá hablando". - Rabindranath Tagore

أنا هذا البخور الذي لا يضوع عطره ما لم يُحرق..أنا هذا القنديل الذي لا يشع ضوؤه ما لم يُشعَل

Alas for our foolish human nature! Its fond mistakes are persistent. The dictates of reason take a long time to assert their own sway. The surest proofs meanwhile are disbelieved. False hope is clung to with all one's might and main, till a day comes when it has sucked the heart dry and it forcibly breaks through its bonds and departs. After that comes the misery of awakening, and then once again the longing to get back into the maze of the same mistakes.

Depth of friendship does not depend on length of acquaintance