My loneliness was born when men praised my talkative faults and blamed my silent virtues.
I am a stranger, and I shall remain a stranger until the white and friendly wings of Death carry me home into my beautiful country. There, where light and peace and understanding abide, I will await the other strangers who will be rescued by the friendly trap of time from this narrow, dark world.
Khalil Gibran
Khalil Gibran
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Loneliness by Khalil Gibran
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