We are dust furrowed by the painful plough of Destiny to give birth to the emptiness of a time.
Source: Wisdom Collection
Contributed by: lorasmith
When clouds will become heavier than the land in us led our entire life by the steps of our Destiny, we will understand that not their moments' rain has darkened the sun of our life, but the failure to be ourselves.
We are angrier with the sky than with our actions.
The Epistle of our being is written with letters full of blood drained from the love of God's Word.
I have reached this world's dreams harbor as devoid of truth as any other soul that dreams it lives through knowledge.
However deaf the ring of our love bells should strike they will eventually disperse this world's emptiness clouds.
There are not wings of dreams that have not previously dealt with the flight of black thoughts.
Nothing can be more painful than the cry of the word which gave us the inspiration to dream of love.
No one can be alone when he befriends with the forgotten stranger inside him.
Being brave in front of faith does not mean to be humble before death.
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