The Book of Counted Sorrows Quotes
The Book of Counted Sorrows
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“On the Road that I have taken, one day walking I awaken, amazed to see where I've come, where I'm going, where I'm from.”
― The Book of Counted Sorrows
― The Book of Counted Sorrows
“Now take my hand and hold it tight.
I will not fail you here tonight,
For failing you, I fail myself
And place my soul upon a shelf
In Hell's library without light.
I will not fail you here tonight.”
― The Book of Counted Sorrows
I will not fail you here tonight,
For failing you, I fail myself
And place my soul upon a shelf
In Hell's library without light.
I will not fail you here tonight.”
― The Book of Counted Sorrows
“The sky is deep, the sky is dark. The light of the stars is o damn stark/When I look up, I fill with fear, if all we have is what lies here, this lonely world, this troubled place, then cold dead stars and empty space...Well, I see no reason to persevere, no reason to laugh or shed a tear, no reason to sleep and none to wake/ No promises to keep and none to make. And so at night I still raise my eyes tos tudy the clear but mysterious skies that arch avove us, cold as stone. Are you there God? Are we alone?”
― The Book of Counted Sorrows
― The Book of Counted Sorrows
“Whiskers of the cat,
Webbed toes on my swimming dog;
God is in the details.”
― The Book of Counted Sorrows
Webbed toes on my swimming dog;
God is in the details.”
― The Book of Counted Sorrows
“Dare we linger, dare we skate?
Dare we laugh or celebrate,
knowing we may strain the ice?
Preserve the ice at any price?”
― The Book of Counted Sorrows
Dare we laugh or celebrate,
knowing we may strain the ice?
Preserve the ice at any price?”
― The Book of Counted Sorrows
“Life is a gift that must be given back and joy should arise from its possession. It's too damn short and that's a fact. Hard to accept this earthly procession to final darkness is a journey done, circle completed, work of art sublime, a sweet melodic rhyme. A battle won.”
― The Book of Counted Sorrows
― The Book of Counted Sorrows
