The soul’s final rest is a tender nightfall after a long and weary journey.
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Echoes of a silent heart linger long after the voice has faded.
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Children off to college. We cannot hold on too long to anything of this world, even what is dearly heartfelt. Nothing was ever ours alone, to claim and keep.
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When I love, I no longer know if I burn with longing or simply relive the withdrawal of too long an absence.
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Trust in God...is easy, perhaps for God...but sometimes us men have great difficulty with the concept. In God's time...keeping long track with my antique watch.
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Trust in God...is easy, perhaps for God...but sometimes us men have great difficulty with the concept. In God's time...keeping long track with my antique watch.
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If you love me, stay even when it’s no longer beautiful. That’s where truth begins.
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Not every hug heals, some just remind you that you’re still alone.
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For how long shall bullet fly before we realize that the true enemies of humanity are poverty, hunger, ignorance, and disease?
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When an unexpected tragedy snatches us into its cyclone to transport us to a remote world, we can pretend that our choice is right to appease our extreme folly.
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Dating is so important to a long lasting relationship. Get to know the other person really well, it's ok to date for a lengthy period. Consummating a relationship outside of marriage is still a covenant made, in God's eyes. Oxytocin is the bonding drug our bodies create. You are fighting physical and emotional connection when you don't respect the process. There is a lot of therapy gone through because God's program for relationships [or "ships" as the kids say] and marriages are not followed.
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My Life has Long been Lived...
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I longed to live a better future—now the best future is simply living longer
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When loving someone is no longer a choice,
You have found the one person that was made for you and only you. Don't take a love like that for granted, no matter how much work has to be put in to it for it to last. Anything perfectly beautiful isn't easily obtained.
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“Solitude isn’t loneliness. It’s where I meet the truest parts of me.”
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I Don't Think I Came Here For My Sense Of Humor; Cause It Loves Me A Whole Lot More Whem I'm Alone''' What're U Doin' There? H'mmmm...?
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If you are crying because you are thinking you are alone in this world then you are terribly wrong
There are billions of cell are in your body who are always with you your 206 bones set ready to support you ,your mind is ready to tackle any challenge so what are you waiting for ??
You know what we are never alone if your body is with you you can never be alone ,be with your body do whatever you want and achieve your goals with all your might because you can do it!!!
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If brevity be the soul of wit, levity, the key to longevity, is the humour in it.
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Form alone does not make poetry.... Passion is poetry.
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"It's easy to find those who'll sprint to the end with a heroic gleam, but to run the long race with a steady, patient pace is rarer and more noble."
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Long past is the purview of measured discourse. Civility must, of necessity, yield to passions rougher embrace.
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Spirit alone can lift us. Let us pray, if not spiritual heroes, we have lived, at least, as honest spirits. And hopefully, that will have been enough.
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Time is a Gift to us. Let is find together the many treasures, those on the surface along with the infinite hidden.
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Loneliness is my constant companion and yet I feel utterly and torturously lonely.
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One person alone can't change the world, but everyone doing one good thing for one person can.
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“Only statues or inanimate objects belong on pedestals…not people.”
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My view ahead beyond the horizon, shows a silent struggle, fought without pleasure or partnership... Alone, with only God to witness.
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If only Tom's words had wings and could take flight in the emptiness of lone hearts. Those hearts would once sing again. There be songs, sing a-longs, harmony. And for every lovely word of his that passes the doors of the heart the foundation of the body is in a better place.
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Poetry is a life-long odyssey...sort of like, getting on a wood-craft, sailing off toward the horizon, praying one is dealing with round notes and not flats. The poetic heart floats and sinks with every lyrical journey.
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Back in the day, London used to have a pub on every corner, all have been replaced by a Mosque.
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