Monday, October 10, 2011

The dark thought, the same, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each guest has been sent as a guide from beyond.

I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, 'It tastes sweet, does it not?' 'You've caught me,' grief answered, 'and you've ruined my business. How can I sell sorrow, when you know it's a blessing?'

The cure for pain is in the pain.

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

The way you make love is the way God will be with you.

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