لقد تاخرت كثيرا في حبك ايها الجمال الفائق في القدم والدائم جديدا الي الابد كنت في داخلي فكيف ذهبت لابحث عنك خارجا فلم تشبع نفسي فلسفه سقراط او افلاطون او ارسطو ولم ترو روحي اناشيد اليونان وكهنه آمون انت كنت معي ولكن لفرط شقاوتي لم اكن انا معك - القديس اغسطينوس
"Too late have I loved You, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, too late I have loved You! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for You. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which You created. You were with me, but I was not with You. Created things kept me from You; yet if they had not been in You they would have not been at all. You called, You shouted, and You broke through my deafness. You flashed, You shone, and You dispelled my blindness. You breathed Your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for You. I have tasted You, now I hunger and thirst for more. You touched me, and I burned for Your peace...”
― Saint Augustine of Hippo
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