Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Monday, 28 March 2011
Friday, 25 March 2011
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace
and love's pleasure,
and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught
but from itself.
but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires,
let these be your desires:
let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Tuesday, 22 March 2011
Monday, 21 March 2011
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Saturday, 19 March 2011
the best part about Red Riding Hood is when she ate her Grandma.
the rest was lame.
the rest was lame.
Labels:
film,
Red Riding Hood
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
It seems strange
How we used to wait for letters to arrive
But what's stranger still
Is how something so small can keep you alive
How we used to wait for letters to arrive
But what's stranger still
Is how something so small can keep you alive
Labels:
arcade fire
Saturday, 12 March 2011
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Thursday, 3 March 2011
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