Love is like honey laced with arsenic. Hate is like a sore left to fester. Sex is like bungee jumping.
Sometimes...
Compassion is not enough. A friend is better than a brother. The writing on the wall is in a foreign tongue.
And sometimes...
I see the sun, but still feel the rain.
By Roisin-Teagan 1998
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Roisin-Teagan
"There, in that hand, on that shoulder under that chin---all of its lightness delicately balanced and its strings skillfully bowed---it becomes a voice."---Rich Mullins
"At 18, if you have oversized aspirations, the whole world sees you as a dreamer. At 40, you get the reputation for being a visionary." ---Rich Mullins
"God gives the gifts where He finds the vessel empty enough to receive them."---C.S. Lewis
Hi...this is a lyric of the most popular band in Latvia "Brainstorm". Their lyrics are just perfect... www.brainstorm.lv Karina from Latvia
...billions of stars are falling down without touching the ground We shine thru the night And when you fade with a smile my existance is not worth while alone in the sky
Just a little more, I'll know beyond the known Just a little more, no, no, let me go
One morning we'll find out - this is ours, spring and late winters hours and high windy sky The end of the world will arrive silently, will lull us to sleep, will set us free togother we'll die
We've goy to learn, how to stay awake and tell the real from the fake and to be wrong We have to sing, when we've got no vice We'll play with dusty toys and merge in the void
Just a little more, and I'll know beyond the known Just a little more, no, no, let me go
" Cut down like the tall evergreen Stolen, before the dawn even broke Hearts torn and minds full of thundering numbness"
and
"Now just a burning ember to warm my soul,"
Give us more!
Elspeth
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Compassion is the sometimes fatal capacity for feeling what it is like inside somebody else's skin. It is the knowledge that there can never really be any peace and joy for me until there is peace and joy finally for you too. - Frederick Buechner
If society prospers at the expense of the intangibles, how can it be called progress?
Deep and wide is the ocean Come to it. You can hide Escape into the depths of neverending The sea inspires; brings out a wild spirit that stirs within the heart Open your heart Embrace the ocean Begin to feel its rhythm Move with it, hear it, feel it For a brief moment you are the ocean The sea has swallowed many ships with their cargo Great sailors that sailed upon her Have found their fate in a watery grave Unpredictable, in her silence, actually is planning her attack Strange mysteries and secrets are locked away on the bottom floor Waiting to be set free Restless is the ocean, a sea like me
Roisin-Teagan 1987
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