“life weighs heavy upon my shoulders and patience starts wearing thin, it is divine hope and dreams which sustain me, pushing me forth against the wind.”
“He leans against me and gives a gentle push. I resist curving my neck into that place on his shoulder.”
“Patience is...clearly not fatalistic, shoulder-shrugging resignation. It is the acceptance of a divine rhythm to life; it is obedience prolonged. Patience stoutly resists pulling up the daisies to see how the roots are doing. ”
“My witness is the wind, which has gone on and on, and will continue on and on. And it will carry forward my hopes and dreams for you... and for us.”
“It was heavy, and I staggered when I lifted it; but it was strangely satifying to have a real burden upon my shoulders – a kind of counterweight to my terrible heaviness of heart.”
“I hope Limitless.. and its this Limitless hope that pushes me forward to live this Life..!!!”