Remember no more your misery, listen to good music. — Lailah Gifty Akita
Remember no more your misery, listen to good music. — Lailah Gifty Akita
Remember no more your misery, listen to good music. — Lailah Gifty Akita
Remember no more your misery, listen to good music. — Lailah Gifty Akita
Remember no more your misery, listen to good music. — Lailah Gifty Akita
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Remember no more your misery, listen to good music.

— Lailah Gifty Akita
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When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can d — Chase Brooks, Hello, My Love 2: First Love Deserves a Second Chance
I felt tears prick my eyes as I looked down at the model again, looking at that girl and boy on the curb. Forever in tha — Sarah Dessen, What Happened to Goodbye
Lips that have tasted the salt of tears always give the sweetest kiss. — C.J. Carlyon, The Cherry House
They want us to be afraid. They want us to be afraid of leaving our homes. They want us to barricade our doors and hide — Kamand Kojouri
I count everything loss, to gain anything under the power of grace in Jesus Christ. — Lailah Gifty Akita
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No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily. — Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess
Two turtle doves will show theeWhere my cold ashes lieAnd sadly murmuring tell theeHow in tears I did die — Nikolai Gogol
No - no - no!" someone was shouting. "No! Fred! No!"And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, — J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
He wipes tears off my face and then snot. He uses his hands. He loves me that much. — Nina LaCour, Hold Still
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And thus we all are nighingThe truth we fear to know:Death will end our cryingFor friends that come and go. — Edwin Arlington Robinson