We crave and fear becoming truly ourselves
. . . this pause of rest, This morning hush before the sun.
Men die but sorrow never dies.
Every day is a fresh beginning; Listen my soul, to the glad refrain, And in spite of old sorrow and possible pain, Take heart with the day and begin again.
We ring the bells and we raise the strain We hang up garlands everywhere And bid the tapers twinkle fair, And feast and frolic - and then we go Back to the same old lives again.
Every tear is answered by a blossom, Every sigh with songs and laughter blent, April-blooms upon the breezes toss them. April knows her own, and is content.
As we meet and touch, each day, The many travelers on our way, Let every such brief contact be A glorious, helpful minister.
I think that's what Dylan's trying to do: to create a space artistically where something else can take shape, can take life - where there's hope.
I love the show 'Damages!' I am truly addicted.
I've always been a religious person, and I try to think that every disappointment might just be a blessing in disguise.
I think sometimes the stars align whether we want them to or not. And we're drawn to certain people and places for no other reason than. . . Destiny.