I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single countenance as if held in a mould.
I have seen a face whose sheen I could look through to the ugliness beneath, and a face whose sheen I had to lift to see how beautiful it was.
I have seen an old face much lined with nothing, and a smooth face in which all things were graven.
I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.
The Madman: His Parables and Poems by Kahlil Gibran
That the celestial man is the “seventh day” and that the seventh day was therefore hallowed, and called the Sabbath, are arcana which have not hitherto been discovered. For none have been acquainted with the nature of the celestial man, and few with that of the spiritual man, whom in consequence of this ignorance they have made to be the same as the celestial man, notwithstanding the great difference that exists between them.
Arcana Coelestia by Emanuel Swedenborg
She cried, “With my blood I bought the best of all gifts for him. I have come to bring it him! He is going from me!”
The voice whispered softly, “Your prayer was answered. It has been given him.”
She cried, “What is it?”
The voice answered, “It is that he might leave you.”
The girl stood still.
Far out at sea the boat was lost to sight beyond the moonlight sheen.
The voice spoke softly, “Art thou contented?”
She said, “I am contented.”
At her feet the waves broke in long ripples softly on the shore.