Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.
Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.
We give you this story. It is for the audience to be moved and gut wrenched, not us. It isn't as if we don't go through those real feeling and it isn't as if I don't cry three or four times a night. I usually do.
Love is not delicate toying,
A slim and shimmering mesh;
It is two souls wrenched into one,
Two bodies made one flesh.
He was doing dry-land exercises. He was doing the medicine ball hiking and he wrenched his back.
My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy, and when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture such as you cannot even imagine.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories