Quote — Marianne Williamson
Drawing — Me - Ola
The Child Is Gone
Darling, give me your absence tonight
Take the shade from the canvas and leave me the
white
Let me sink in the silence that echoes inside
and don’t bother leaving the light on
Cause I suddenly feel like a different person
From the roots of my soul comes a gentle coersion
and I ran my hand o’er a strange inversion —
a vacancy that just did not belong
The child is gone
Honey, help me out of this mess
I’m a stranger to myself
But don’t reach for me — I’m too far away
I don’t wanna talk cause there’s nothing left to say
So my darling, give me your absence tonight
Take all of your sympathy and leave it outside
cause there’s no kind of loving that can make this
alright
I’m trying to find a place I belong
And I suddenly feel like a different person
From the roots of my soul comes a gentle coersion
and I ran my hand o’er a strange inversion
as the darkness turns into the dawn
The child is gone
— Fiona Apple
I will be able to love above all discontentment. to give even when i am stripped of everything. to dry tears when I’m still crying . to believe even when I’m discredited.
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| — | Paulo Coelho |
In all languages in the world, there’s the same proverb: “What the eyes don’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over”. Well, I say there isn’t an ounce of truth in it. The further off they are, the closer to the heart are all those feelings we try to repress and forget. If we are in exile, we want to store away every tiny memory of our roots. If we’re far from the person we love, everyone we pass in the street reminds us of them.
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| — | Eleven Minutes, Paulo Coelho |
