“Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation”
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
“Much have we loved you... But (speechless) was our love, and with veils has it been veiled.Yet now it (cries aloud) unto you, and would stand revealed before you.And ever has it been that love knows not its own (depth) until .....THE HOUR OF SEPARATION.....”
“A thought is just a thought until you own up to it and give it depth and weight.”
“The reality that someone you love has died is its own tragedy. But it's separate, isn't it, from the way it happened?”