Love without trust? It's not love at all.
Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I see her.
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. [Lat. , Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illue unde negant redire quemquam. ]
What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water. [Lat. , Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua. ]
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.
Eric Peters is a chronicler of his journey; he's been a faithful steward of the story God is telling through him, and this newest chapter, BiRDS OF RELOCATiON, is Eric's testimony that along the way there are moments of deep joy and gratitude-they may seem brief, but they're bright, and they're worth singing about. The joy I hear on this record heralds a long and welcome peace.
There are no scores for good intention, it either happened or it didn't. Get to work.
Whatever thou sayest of God is untrue.
At times I felt that the universe fabricated from the power of the imagination had stronger and more lasting contours than the blurred realm of the flesh-and-blood creatures around me.