It's the oldest story in the world. One day you're seventeen and planning for someday, and the quietly, without really noticing, someday is today, and that someday is yesterday and this is your life.
Maybe I do believe it. All this meant to be stuff. Why not believe it? Really, who doesn’t want more romance in their life? Maybe it’s just up to us to make it happen, to show up and be that for each other. At least that way we’ll find out for sure if you’re meant to be or not.
In the next life... You won't have to cry. You won't have to worry. You won't have to fight. Everything here is a illusion. Everything here isn't real. We're just passing through.... ...in order to live a better life in Heaven....
You know, he told me once, completely exasperated, you've got one glass of water inside your head, with all the tears for a lifetime. If you waste them over nothing, t hen you won't be able to cry for real when you need to.
Civilised life, you know, is based on a huge number of illusions, in which we all collaborate willingly. The trouble is we forget after a while that they are illusions and we are deeply shocked when reality is torn down around us.
There's one sad truth in life I've found While journeying east and west - The only folks we really wound Are those we love the best. We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest, And deal full many a thoughtless blow To those who love us best.
You cant really begin to appreciate life until it has knocked you down a few times. You cant really begin to appreciate love until your heart has been broken. And you cant really begin to appreciate happiness until you've known sadness. Once you've walked through the valley, the view from the mountain top is breath taking.
Ewigkeit ist schon jetzt und hier. Gott ist reallife und wir können ihn hier auf der Erde kennenlernen. Sein Plan ist gut und selbst im Leid kannst du auf ihn vertrauen.
