Hope

Hope

By the time the last few notes fade, his hope will be restored, but each time he's force to resort to the Adagio it becomes harder, and he knows its effect is finite. There are only a certain number of Adagios left in him, and he will not recklessly spend this precious currency.

By the time the last few notes fade, his hope will be restored, but each time he's force to resort to the Adagio it becomes harder, and he knows its effect is finite. There are only a certain number of Adagios left in him, and he will not recklessly spend this precious currency.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a spectre through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?

How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a spectre through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Mile by mile, it's a trial; yard by yard, it's hard; but inch by inch, it's a cinch.

Mile by mile, it's a trial; yard by yard, it's hard; but inch by inch, it's a cinch.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Forget yesterday ... Tomorrow still holds happy surprises for us.

Forget yesterday ... Tomorrow still holds happy surprises for us.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

To die,so young to die.No, no, not I,I love the warm sunny skies,light, song, shining eyes,I want no war, no battle cry,No, no, not I.

To die,so young to die.No, no, not I,I love the warm sunny skies,light, song, shining eyes,I want no war, no battle cry,No, no, not I.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Flowers don't tell, they show. That's the way good books should be too."--Stephanie Skeem. Author of Flotsam

Flowers don't tell, they show. That's the way good books should be too."--Stephanie Skeem. Author of Flotsam

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She was famous, and she was insane.Her voice soared out over the audience, holding them spellbound and enraptured, delivering their hopes and fears tangled in chords and rhythm. They called her an angel, her voice a gift.She was famous, and she was a liar.

She was famous, and she was insane.Her voice soared out over the audience, holding them spellbound and enraptured, delivering their hopes and fears tangled in chords and rhythm. They called her an angel, her voice a gift.She was famous, and she was a liar.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Women think in [Douglas] Sirk’s films. Something which has never struck me with other directors. None of them. Usually women are always reacting, doing what women are supposed to do, but in Sirk they think. It’s something that has to be seen. It’s great to see women think. It gives one hope. Honestly.

Women think in [Douglas] Sirk’s films. Something which has never struck me with other directors. None of them. Usually women are always reacting, doing what women are supposed to do, but in Sirk they think. It’s something that has to be seen. It’s great to see women think. It gives one hope. Honestly.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of manIn me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.

NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee;Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of manIn me ór, most weary, cry I can no more. I can;Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

But it is a blessed provision of nature that at times like these, as soon as a man's mercury has got down to a certain point there comes a revulsion, and he rallies. Hope springs up, and cheerfulness along with it, and then he is in good shape to do something for himself, if anything can be done.

But it is a blessed provision of nature that at times like these, as soon as a man's mercury has got down to a certain point there comes a revulsion, and he rallies. Hope springs up, and cheerfulness along with it, and then he is in good shape to do something for himself, if anything can be done.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Do try to remember this: even the world's not so black as it is painted"-Valerie to Stephen (pg. 408)

Do try to remember this: even the world's not so black as it is painted"-Valerie to Stephen (pg. 408)

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

With every year that I grow older, I also draw closer to (my loved ones) to the day when we will once again be together. So I march through the deepening shadows, serene and unafraid, because I know that at the end of my journey they will be waiting for me.

With every year that I grow older, I also draw closer to (my loved ones) to the day when we will once again be together. So I march through the deepening shadows, serene and unafraid, because I know that at the end of my journey they will be waiting for me.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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