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Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
I'm tired of crying...
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
~Kahlil Gibran
Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it.
~Albert Smith
Tears are the silent language of grief.
~Voltaire, A Philosophical Dictionary
Unless you have been very, very lucky, you have undoubtedly experienced events in your life that have made you cry. So unless you have been very, very lucky, you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.
~Lemony Snicket
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love.
~Washington Irving
~Kahlil Gibran
Tears are the safety valve of the heart when too much pressure is laid on it.
~Albert Smith
Tears are the silent language of grief.
~Voltaire, A Philosophical Dictionary
Unless you have been very, very lucky, you have undoubtedly experienced events in your life that have made you cry. So unless you have been very, very lucky, you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.
~Lemony Snicket
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief... and unspeakable love.
~Washington Irving
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield
I am unwritten,
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined,
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand...
Ending unplanned!
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten, yeah
I break tradition!
Sometimes my tries are outside the lines, oh yeah yeah
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes
But I can't live that way oh, oh
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined,
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand...
Ending unplanned!
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten, yeah
I break tradition!
Sometimes my tries are outside the lines, oh yeah yeah
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes
But I can't live that way oh, oh
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
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