Let nothing disturb thee, let nothing afright thee. All things are passing; God never changeth. Patient endurance attaineth to all things. Who God posesseth in nothing is wanting. Alone God sufficeth. Amen.

Someday you will be loved.

I feel I must interject here. You're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself with these revisions and gaps in history. So let me help you remember. I made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear, prepared a lecture on why I have to leave.

Hello.
Get out the abacus and count me.

There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends
I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new

Though I know I'll never lose affection
But people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

In my life I love you more

The wide world spins and spits turmoil, the nations toil for peace. But the paws of fear upon your chest, only love can soothe that beast. And my words are paper tigers, no match for the predator of pain inside her. I say, love will come to you, hoping just because I spoke the words that they're true.

If you don't have a song to sing, you're okay. You know how to get along humming.

Have ye not known? Have ye not heard? Hath it not been told you from the beginning? Have you not understood from the foundations of the earth?

Ye shall have a song, as in the night when a holy solemnity is kept. Ye shall have a song, and gladness of heart, as when one goeth with a pipe to come to the mountain of the Lord.

Let it die. Get out of my mind. We don't see eye to eye or hear ear to ear. Don't you wish we could forget that kiss and see this for what it is: that we're not in love?

The saddest part of a broken heart isn't the ending so much as the start.

It was hard to tell just how I felt, to not recognize myself. I started to fade away. And after all it wont take long to fall in love now I know what I don't want. I learned that with you.

The saddest part of a broken heart isn't the ending so much as the start. The tragedy starts from the very first spark, losing your mind for the sake of your heart. The saddest part of a broken heart isn't the ending so much as the start.