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And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
Your daily life is your temple and your religion. Whenever you enter into it take with you your all.
That which seems most feeble and bewildered in you is the strongest and most determined.
