Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.
From Random Access Memories
This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via migeru)
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
No tree, it is said, can grow to Heaven unless its roots reach down to Hell.