What is required of thee, O man, but to do justly, love mercy and walk humbly with thy God. Micah 6:8
treasure up these words in thy heart. Be faithful and diligent in keeping the commandments of God and I will encircle thee in the arms of my love.
IF YOU WALK THROUGH THE FIRE I’LL COME TO THEE. As Bob walked past he wondered how many gods that piece of advice might apply to.
Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds reverb no hollowness.
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
It is not unpatriotic to acknowledge America’s faults. No country is perfect… We can’t reach the top of the mountain if we don’t fix the injustice and confront our lies.
Thou art my father, thou my author, thou my being gav'st me; whom should I obey but thee, whom follow?
Joy, joy, joy! Past ages crowd on thee, but each one remembers, And the future is dark, and the present is spread, Like a pillow of thorns for thy slumberless head.
Now, feel. I am thee and thou art me and all of one is the other. And feel now. Thou hast no heart but mine.
You know, Saint Augustine said our hearts are restless 'til they rest in thee. And I had a restlessness in my heart. Something just wasn't quite right.
Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.
Oh thee! Lets ignite the fire of love in my heart to purify me. Let my heart feel the joy, see the beauty, all around me. Still it may be in pure agony.
Any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
What would it profit thee to be the first Of echoes, tho thy tongue should live forever, A thing that answers, but hath not a thought As lasting but as senseless as a stone.
Hamlet: If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity awhile and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story.
Sherlock Holmes: Go along now. I won't be chasing you anymore. Fare thee well. Irene Adler: I don't wanna run, anymore.
Severed and gone, so many years! And art thou still so dear to me, That throbbing heart and burning tears Can witness how I cling to thee?
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