Sometimes the answers you need to hear aren’t the answers you want to hear.
…Again she did not seem to hear, still looking into Cale’s eyes. Then slowly, hopelessly, she dropped her gaze.
Don’t be too quick to accept every direction from friends. Watch closely what your hear before your apply.
I should have asked why any room in the house was better than home to me when she entered it, and barren as a desert when she went out again-why I always noticed and remembered the little changes in her dress that I had noticed and remembered in no other woman’s before-why I saw her, heard her, and touched her (when we shook hands at night and morning) as I had never seen, heard, and touched any other woman in my life?
God will hear your cry even when your voice can’t shout out loud unto him. He will see your tears even when can no longer shed any.
I write because the security of your love allows me to develop my craft without concerning myself with trivialities – as if your love could be any more complete. But I write, in the first place,
because of you, my muse. I write for your green eyes to glance at my humble words and for the pleasure of hearing you utter them.
I hear nothing. I hear nothing, but what does it mean that I hear nothing? I walk in the cemeteries of this city at night and I hear nothing. I walk among mortals and sometimes I hear nothing. I walk alone and I hear nothing, as if I myself had no inner voice.
What’s the meaning of ignore? You hear somebody, but you never asnwer to him!
Never wake up waiting to hear a command from someone before you make a move; be responsible! Never repeat what made you to waste an hour of yesterday; be accountable!
There is a song in your heart, only you can hear it. In silence, that is the song of longing and love.