Count your nights by stars, not shadows; count your life with smiles, not tears.
Tears are the silent language of grief
(November 21, 1694 - May 30, 1778)
I always knew looking back on my tears would bring me laughter, but I never knew looking back on my laughter would make me cry.
(July 21, 1947 - )
Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe.
So hold her closer when she cries, hold her closer when she feels. She needs a hand to hold, someone who will never let her go again. And hold him closer when he tries to hold the tears back from his eyes. Don't say goodbye.
Blessid Union of Souls
We're frightened of what makes us different.
(October 04, 1941 - )
This is a sober marriage of convenience.
I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can't be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?