Even our tears of repentance need to be washed in the blood of the Lamb.
One day I have to wake up and realize that you are gone.
But time heals, as they say, or more to the point, fresher wounds help us to forget the old scars.
Since knowledge is but sorrow’s spy, It is not safe to know.
Tell me you won’t go, tell me you’ll stay forever, tell me you love me.
Excess of joy is harder to bear than any amount of sorrow.
It’s a world of sorrow, Oddie, because we make it so.
Sometimes the sound of silence is the most deafening sound of all.
If only sorrow could bring hope, I’d learn to live again
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