“You’ll come backTo me . . .It’s written in the stars, you see,you’ll come back.You’ll come back,it’s a factthat I am strong because I dobelieve in you.”
“Will you no come back again? Better loved you’ll never be,And will you no come back again?”
“Tell me you’ll come back for the pack. For me.” His eyes were bright with tears. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“Maktub,” she said. “If I am really part of your dream, you’ll come back one day.”
“No use slaving for me and then saying you want to be cared for: who cares for a slave? If you come back, come back for the sake of good fellowship; for you’ll get nothing else.”
“When it comes, you’ll be dreamingthat you don’t need to breathe;that breathless silence isthe music of the darkand it’s part of the rhythmto vanish like a spark.”