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"How can you be in hell when you are in my heart?" Unknown, Source on (kingdom of heaven)
"How can you be in hell when you are in my heart?"
Unknown, Source on (kingdom of heaven)
"By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something." Unknown on
"By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something."
Unknown on
"Where is the horse and the rider... Where is the horn that was blowing... They have passed like rain on the mountains... Like wind in the meadow... The days have come down in the West... Behind the hills into shadow..." Unknown on
"Where is the horse and the rider... Where is the horn that was blowing... They have passed like rain on the mountains... Like wind in the meadow... The days have come down in the West... Behind the hills into shadow..."
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