That speaking the words, even if true, had little power to change the inevitable or even make him feel much better.
Nicholas SparksI cry to you, my Lord, my rock! Do not be deaf to me, for if you are silent, I shall go down to the pit like the rest. Hear my voice raised in petition as I cry to you for help, as I raise my hands, my Lord, toward your holy of holies.
Nicholas Sparks