“One way at a time I'll try to lend these broken hands of mine give my strength, be my light.”

“i'll lend u my shoulder to u cry on,my hand to u hold,my feet to walk with u....but i can't lend u my heart..coz it already belongs to..someone..”

“If I pray nicely, will the Father give me a new hand?No. But the Warrior will give you courage, the Smith will lend you strength, and the Crone will give you wisdom.It's a hand I need.”

“This is my prayer to thee, my lord - strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart. Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows. Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service. Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might. Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles. And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.”

“Give me one last time,” he begged. “Please, please. I beg you.” “I—” She stopped and started again. “I’m afraid, Gabriel. You’ll break my heart.” “Mine is already broken.”

“In times of tragedies, our duty is to lend a helping hand to those in grief and thus light lamps of kindness and compassion.”