I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.
Keep your intelligence white hot and your grief glisteningโ so your life will stay fresh.
Grace comes to forgive and then forgive again.
When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope.
God (in His mercy) accepts false coin.
I donโt regret how much I love, and I avoid those who repent their passion.