Hope

Hope

Each life experience poses this question: how do you want to be changed because of me?

Each life experience poses this question: how do you want to be changed because of me?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I threw my hands in the air and said show me something.He said, "if you dare come a little closer".

I threw my hands in the air and said show me something.He said, "if you dare come a little closer".

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

You're all incredibly thoughtful souls who keep my head attached to my body.

You're all incredibly thoughtful souls who keep my head attached to my body.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The music of hope is everywhere, but to hear it, you need to ignore the muddy jangle of life's hassles.

The music of hope is everywhere, but to hear it, you need to ignore the muddy jangle of life's hassles.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

...maybe she's a slut because she's lonely, she's sad, she's hoping someone or something will make the lonely and sad go away.It won't, of course. It never does. But nonetheless, there's not a girl who's more hopeful than a slut, more optimistic. She may give in but she doesn't give up. She keeps looking, she keeps hoping, she's always waiting for that someone who will say it: I love you, too.

...maybe she's a slut because she's lonely, she's sad, she's hoping someone or something will make the lonely and sad go away.It won't, of course. It never does. But nonetheless, there's not a girl who's more hopeful than a slut, more optimistic. She may give in but she doesn't give up. She keeps looking, she keeps hoping, she's always waiting for that someone who will say it: I love you, too.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

My mother is my friendWho shares with me her breadAll my hopelessness cured!Her company makes me secured!

My mother is my friendWho shares with me her breadAll my hopelessness cured!Her company makes me secured!

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Then every man would be as a god, you see. The result of this, of course, would be that there would no longer be any gods, only men. We would give them knowledge of the sciences and the arts, which we possess, and in so doing we would destroy their simple faith and remove all basis for their hoping that things will be better—for the best way to destroy faith or hope is to let it be realized.

Then every man would be as a god, you see. The result of this, of course, would be that there would no longer be any gods, only men. We would give them knowledge of the sciences and the arts, which we possess, and in so doing we would destroy their simple faith and remove all basis for their hoping that things will be better—for the best way to destroy faith or hope is to let it be realized.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

For those constantly full of joy, they sometimes feel a little guilty for always feeling so good. That guilt is compassion: it flies in with an attempt to share one's joy with others who do not have it.

For those constantly full of joy, they sometimes feel a little guilty for always feeling so good. That guilt is compassion: it flies in with an attempt to share one's joy with others who do not have it.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I hope your heart feels better. I hope your mind is set right.I hope your love is connected to others, and you don't feel so lost and locked up.I hope everything is okay for you. And by okay, I mean greater than ever.

I hope your heart feels better. I hope your mind is set right.I hope your love is connected to others, and you don't feel so lost and locked up.I hope everything is okay for you. And by okay, I mean greater than ever.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

And that's what love is, I suppose. The one thing that is most worth hoping for, and the one thing that's most surprising when it lands. Because it's better. It exceeds hope, makes hope nearsighted.

And that's what love is, I suppose. The one thing that is most worth hoping for, and the one thing that's most surprising when it lands. Because it's better. It exceeds hope, makes hope nearsighted.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Morning dew upon the grass,glistening in the sun.Yesterday’s gone,tomorrow may come,but this day has begun.

Morning dew upon the grass,glistening in the sun.Yesterday’s gone,tomorrow may come,but this day has begun.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Through Christ, the sting of death is but a gentle pinch to the soul; and the mourn is light. Perhaps, someday, in that glorious place, free of sin, we shall meet again.

Through Christ, the sting of death is but a gentle pinch to the soul; and the mourn is light. Perhaps, someday, in that glorious place, free of sin, we shall meet again.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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