And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.
In love and faith I just have to believe
It’s always hard to lose somebody. It leaves a hole in you heart that never grows back.
Trust, faith,good, bad. . . none of it matters. All you ever do is what you have to do. Follow your disires, fulfill your needs, escape from pain. That's all there is to it.
That's what happens. You just get on with it. There are no endings.
Memories have no life. They're just pale reminders of a time that's gone-like faded photographs.
Imagine: You've spent all day traipsing around London, lost in a maze of chaos, trying to find a hidden illusion; you've been living on hope, ignoring reality, fueled only by feelings you don't understand. You've been looking for a dream, never truly believing you'd find it, but now - incredibly - you have. It's right there in front of you - just behind that off-white door. It's there.
There was a curse. There was a girl. And in the end, there was a grave. I never even saw it coming.
In our creation, God asked a question and in our truly living; God answers the question.
We agreed to love each other madly.
He who abhors and shuns the light of the Sun,He who refuses to behold with respect the living creation of God,He who leads the good to wickedness,He who makes the meadows waterless and the pastures desolate,He who lets fly his weapon against the innocent,An enemy of my faith, a destroyer of Thy principles is he, O Lord!