#ems

a heck of a lot of things are bound to go wrong in a world as big as this one. And if there's an answer to why it's that way - and there ain't always - why, it's probably not just one answer by itself, but thousands of answers. ↗

— Jim Thompson

#life #problems #life

Yesterday I fell completely off the face of the earth Contemplating life, light and love in the darkness of the void Strangely it was in the dark that I found meaning for the light ↗

— Neil Leckman

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Our stresses, anxieties, pains, and problems arise because we do not see the world, others, or even ourselves as worthy of love. (9) ↗

— Prem Prakash

#love #others #ourselves #pain #problems

Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . . ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#love

Our lives, as short as they may be, are a test. And one of the biggest tests we can endure is how we respond to those moments when we don’t feel the presence of God in our lives. I believe deeply that one of God’s greatest gifts is to teach us there is a purpose behind every single one of our trials or problems. Treat them as a gift, an opportunity to move forward and draw closer to God. Problems often times compel us to look to God and count on him, rather than ourselves. ↗

— Matt Patterson

#christianity #gifts #god #god-s-love #god-s-will

There is no problem too large that God can’t handle,” Mamm assured. “Besides, God showed me a wonderful verse from His Word. Romans chapter eight verse twenty-eight: And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose. ↗

— J.E.B. Spredemann

#problems #love

Sonnet VIII Je vis, je meurs : je me brûle et me noie, J’ai chaud extrême en endurant froidure ; La vie m’est et trop molle et trop dure, J’ai grands ennuis entremêlés de joie. Tout en un coup je ris et je larmoie, Et en plaisir maint grief tourment j’endure, Mon bien s’en va, et à jamais il dure, Tout en un coup je sèche et je verdoie. Ainsi Amour inconstamment me mène Et, quand je pense avoir plus de douleur, Sans y penser je me trouve hors de peine. Puis, quand je crois ma joie être certaine, Et être en haut de mon désiré heur, Il me remet en mon premier malheur. ↗

— Louise Labé

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It's just a simple yes or no. God! Why can't you just give me an answer? Why is it so dificult for you to realise That this means everything yo me. But why should you care? It's not like you have the ability to kill me Or do you? You know that you do. So why do you pretend that everything's fine? You know that it hurts. It hurts so much every day and night, I cry myself to sleep sometimes. I guess you had no idea, How much this means to me. But you do now, So are you still going to keep me waiting? Well hard luck'cause I've given up, I've given up on you. ↗

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Pull the trigger and claim my blood as yours; To get it you must knock down these doors. A secret which hides in every room. Turn the knob slowly or soon face your doom. You released the blackness unto my heart. You hung my heart up; And pierced it with a dart. A child's game is what you mustn't play. I warned you so but here we are today. So here's the gun with a bullet inside. Pull the trigger and watch me die. ↗

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Love leads us to write poetry because love improves our hearing; like prayer, poetry is every bit as much about listening as it is about speaking. To 'get' the poem is to hear the eloquence of the silence that it calls forth through its manifestation of love. ↗

— David Patterson

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