In the bitter waves of woe, Beaten and tossed about By the sullen winds which blow From the desolate shores of doubt.

I love walking in the rain, 'cause then no-one knows I'm crying.

God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.

Gentle words, quiet words, are after all the most powerful words. They are more convincing, more compelling, more prevailing.

Gentle words, quiet words, are after all the most powerful words. They are more convincing, more compelling, more prevailing.

The sorrow for the dead is the only sorrow from which we refuse to be divorced. Every other wound we seek to heal - every other affliction to forget: but this wound we consider it a duty to keep open - this affliction we cherish and brood over in solitude.