Billie

“The Icelandic Burial Hymn” I think upon my Savior, I trust His power to keep, His mighty arm enfolds me Awaking and in sleep. Christ is my rock, my courage; Christ is my soul’s true life; And Christ (my still heart knows it) Will bear me through the strife. Thus in Christ’s name I’m living; Thus in Christ’s name I’ll die; I’ll fear not though life’s vigor, From Death’s cold shadow fly. O Grave, where is thy triumph? O Death, where is thy sting? “Come when thou wilt, and welcome!” Secure in Christ I sing.”
― Hannah Kent, Burial Rites

“Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.”
― Steve Maraboli

“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
― Stephen King, Rita Hayworth and Shawshank Redemption

“Your time is way too valuable to be wasting on people that can't accept who you are.”
― Turcois Ominek