Life

Life

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

If you only knew how many sentences I have withheld in hopes that I will be allowed to speak them into your heart one day.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

The power of prayer is the purity of life.

The power of prayer is the purity of life.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It's when you sit alone with your thoughts that you begin to miss what you have left behind. That is when the tears start. That is when you feel so down. That is when you are the most vulnerable.But we can't change what is done. We can only hope that the fallout is not nuclear.

It's when you sit alone with your thoughts that you begin to miss what you have left behind. That is when the tears start. That is when you feel so down. That is when you are the most vulnerable.But we can't change what is done. We can only hope that the fallout is not nuclear.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

It is always better to look at the bright side of life.

It is always better to look at the bright side of life.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

... but I must reluctantly observe that two causes, the abbreviation of time, and the failure of hope, will always tinge with a browner shade the evening of life.

... but I must reluctantly observe that two causes, the abbreviation of time, and the failure of hope, will always tinge with a browner shade the evening of life.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

All we know, Midnight. The best of all we know. For Chestry Valley and its master we loved. For Nana. For Sugarloaf and Brimstone Farm. For Pop and Mom and Tom. For the foals to come. For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know. For good-by.

All we know, Midnight. The best of all we know. For Chestry Valley and its master we loved. For Nana. For Sugarloaf and Brimstone Farm. For Pop and Mom and Tom. For the foals to come. For yesterday and for all tomorrows, we dance the best we know. For good-by.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road. I walk until I come to a pile of hay bales and plop myself down. The sun is bright and the air is sharp. In the distance I hear the lowing of cows. It's so peaceful here."Merry Christmas, " I whisper to myself. "Merry Christmas, Nate.

When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road. I walk until I come to a pile of hay bales and plop myself down. The sun is bright and the air is sharp. In the distance I hear the lowing of cows. It's so peaceful here."Merry Christmas, " I whisper to myself. "Merry Christmas, Nate.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

She'd stood by that creed. No softness, because the world wasn't soft; lots of laughter, because if you were in on the joke, the joke couldn't be on you; And no wanting what you couldn't take, because the world never gave.Or so she'd thought.

She'd stood by that creed. No softness, because the world wasn't soft; lots of laughter, because if you were in on the joke, the joke couldn't be on you; And no wanting what you couldn't take, because the world never gave.Or so she'd thought.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a maze of tunnels, moving endlessly toward some promise of...of what? Light? Life? Cheese?

I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a maze of tunnels, moving endlessly toward some promise of...of what? Light? Life? Cheese?

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

Life is a precious possession...It is what one makes of it. - Charity Duncan

Life is a precious possession...It is what one makes of it. - Charity Duncan

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

No point carrying useless ballast. It won't change a thing.

No point carrying useless ballast. It won't change a thing.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

I finished the [blog] post reflecting on the fact that, despite all the changes in my life, maybe I wasn't so different after all. If I typed it, maybe I could believe it, too.

I finished the [blog] post reflecting on the fact that, despite all the changes in my life, maybe I wasn't so different after all. If I typed it, maybe I could believe it, too.

Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>

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