Sleep my little baby-ohSleep until you wakenWhen you wake you'll see the worldIf I'm not mistaken...Kiss a loverDance a measure,Find your nameAnd buried treasure...Face your lifeIts pain, Its pleasure,Leave no path untaken. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together,but do so with all your heart. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...you give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I will not try to convince you to love me, to respect me, to commit to me. I deserve better than that; I AM BETTER THAN THAT...Goodbye. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The great thing to remember is that though our feelings come and go God's love for us does not. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone,I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One.I give ye my Spirit, 'til our Life shall be Done. Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
You teach me now how cruel you've been - cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they'll blight you - they'll damn you. You loved me - what right had you to leave me? What right - answer me - for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will did it. I have no broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - Oh, God! would you like to lie with your soul in the grave? Jun 14, 2024 - Fabian Biese>