There May Be Good, But There Are

Thus We Live, Forever Taking Leave.

There May Be Good, But There Are No Pleasant Marriages.

O Trees Of Life, O When Are You Wintering?we Are Not Unified. We Have No Instinctslike Those Of Migratory Birds. Useless, And Late,we Force Ourselves, Suddenly, Onto The Wind,and Fall Down To An Indifferent Lake.we Realise Flowering And Fading Together.and Somewhere Lions Still Roam. Never Knowing,as Long As They Have Their Splendour, Of Any Weakness.

A Person Isn't Who They Are During The Last Conversation You Had With Them - They're Who They've Been Throughout Your Whole Relationship.

God Speaks To Each Of Us As He Makes Us, Then Walks With Us Silently Out Of The Night.