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a sweet song by: Chantal Kreviazuk | Feels Like Home
Something in your eyes
Makes me want to lose myself Makes me want to lose myself In your arms There's something in your voice Makes my heart beat fast Hope this feeling lasts The rest of my life If you only knew how lonely my life has been And how long I've been so alone If you knew how I wanted someone to come along And change my life the way you've done. It feels like home to me It feels like home to me It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from It feels like home to me It feels like home to me It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong. A window breaks down a long dark street And a siren wails in the night But I'm alright 'cause I have you here with me And I can almost see through the dark there is light. If you knew how much this moment means to me And how long I have waited for your touch If you knew how happy you are making me I never thought I'd love anyone so much. It feels like home to me It feels like home to me It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from It feels like home to me It feels like home to me Feels like I'm all he way back here I belong, Where I belong. :stillheart: |
"A smile is the light in the window of your face that tells people you're at home." ~Author Unknown |
"A smile appeared upon her face as if she'd taken it directly from her handbag and pinned it there." ~Loma Chandler |
"I have a tickle in my brain. And it keeps making the corners of my mouth point toward the heavens." ~Jeb Dickerson |
“Don't rely on someone else for your happiness and self worth. Only you can be responsible for that. If you can't love and respect yourself - no one else will be able to make that happen. Accept who you are - completely; the good and the bad - and make changes as YOU see fit - not because you think someone else wants you to be different.”
~Stacy Charter |
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"I have heard some beautiful notes in my life, she said, but they were nothing without the rest of the music, too." ~ Brian Andreas, "Storypeople"
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“You begin saving the world by saving one person at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.” ~ Charles Bukowski (who would have been 90 today...)
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"Within each one of us there is another whom we do not know. He speaks to us in dreams and tells us how differently he sees us from how we see ourselves. When, therefore, we find ourselves in a difficult situation, to which there is no solution, he can sometimes kindle a light that radically alters our attitude, the very attitude that led us into the difficult situation." -Carl G. Jung (1875-1961)
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But gods are like that. They fall apart as you begin to consider things logically, no matter what the religion. ~Anu Garg
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Life is a tragedy for those who feel, and a comedy for those who think.
— Jean de La Bruyère |
Roseanne on pregnancy & men...
"Pregnancy is the only area they don't control, and they are pissed because there is no remote."
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"I'm not so good at taking my own advice, she said, but that doesn't mean I don't know what's right." ~ Brian Andreas, "Storypeople"
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DON'T TAKE ANYTHING PERSONALLY... Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless suffering.
- Don Miguel Ruiz |
Lost Faith by my brother from another mother
How do I find the words when I can't even find the heart
How do I know what to say to someone that doesn't feel safe in love when I too have lost faith.... Written by JFN excerpt from one of her songs. |
Love doesn't drop on you unexpectedly; you have to give off signals, sort of like an amateur radio operator.
~Helen Gurley Brown |
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
Jean Cocteau “No matter how much the cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.” Abraham Lincoln |
"The art of being wise is the art of knowing what to overlook." ~William James
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But I forgot that your hands fed the roots, watering the tangled roses, till your fingertips bloomed full, in a natural peace. Like pets, your hoe and your sprinkling can follow you around, biting and licking the earth. That work is how you let this richness loose, the carnations fiery freshness. I wish the love and dignity of bees for your hands, mixing and spreading their transparent brood in the earth: They cultivate even my heart, So that I am like a scorched rock that suddenly sings when you are near, because it drinks the water you carry from the forest, in your voice. -Pablo Neruda :stillheart: |
"One problem with gazing too frequently into the past is that we may turn around to find the future has run out on us.” – Michael Cibenko |
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