In you have they uncovered their fathers' nakedness in you have they humbled her who was unclean in her impurity.

In thee have they discovered their fathers' nakedness in thee have they humbled her that was set apart for pollution.

I'm always thinking, How could I be more successful?

I think now I never was pure.

I'm thinking about you.

About the 50th hour, I was going to start thinking about the edge of the universe.

Bless you!

I trust you.

You disappointed me.

You disappointed me.

I miss myself in you

I admire you for your courage.

In you have they set light by father and mother in the midst of you have they dealt by oppression with the foreigner in you have they wronged the fatherless and the widow.

I have heard of you, that the spirit of the gods is in you, and that light and understanding and excellent wisdom are found in you.

In thee have they set light by father and mother in the midst of thee have they dealt by oppression with the stranger in thee have they vexed the fatherless and the widow.

I have even heard of thee, that the spirit of the gods is in thee, and that light and understanding and excellent wisdom is found in thee.

I'm just watching.. at times it's really painful.. other times I try to let it go.. but I can't stand myself anymore.. a step should be taken.. however, whenever I just think of trying, I find something increasing the gap.. day by day my will is fading..

The old men of Gebal and the wise men of it were in you your repairers of ship seams all the ships of the sea with their mariners were in you to deal in your merchandise.

and will dash you and your children within you to the ground. They will not leave in you one stone on another, because you didn't know the time of your visitation.

The ancients of Gebal and the wise men thereof were in thee thy calkers all the ships of the sea with their mariners were in thee to occupy thy merchandise.

And shall lay thee even with the ground, and thy children within thee and they shall not leave in thee one stone upon another because thou knewest not the time of thy visitation.

I miss everything in you

I miss Syria and Palestine in you

Over the last few years, I haven't had that much time to really think.

Well I haven't really thought about what I will be doing in the upcoming 10 years.

Loss is a theme that I think a lot about, and it's something in my work that I dwell on.

The voice of harpists, minstrels, flute players, and trumpeters will be heard no more at all in you. No craftsman, of whatever craft, will be found any more at all in you. The sound of a mill will be heard no more at all in you.

And the voice of harpers, and musicians, and of pipers, and trumpeters, shall be heard no more at all in thee and no craftsman, of whatsoever craft he be, shall be found any more in thee and the sound of a millstone shall be heard no more at all in thee

I think about you all day long.

Vick has expressed remorse.

Those who sing as well as those who dance say, All my springs are in you.

As well the singers as the players on instruments shall be there all my springs are in thee.

therefore, behold, I will deliver you to the children of the east for a possession, and they shall set their encampments in you, and make their dwellings in you they shall eat your fruit, and they shall drink your milk.

Behold, therefore I will deliver thee to the men of the east for a possession, and they shall set their palaces in thee, and make their dwellings in thee they shall eat thy fruit, and they shall drink thy milk.

Vik Muniz makes art with wire, sugar

During the entire trip my thoughts were of you.

let us try this time for Syria s sake

having been reminded of the sincere faith that is in you which lived first in your grandmother Lois, and your mother Eunice, and, I am persuaded, in you also.

When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice and I am persuaded that in thee also.

And I remember looking at the guys thinking, What do I take from this journey? You know? Seriously.

When I want to cry, I think of you.

You are all beautiful, my love. There is no spot in you.

Thou art all fair, my love there is no spot in thee.

And then I thought in my 40s I started thinking, Well, why don't I do something?

And because walking was one of the first things I lost, I spent most of that year thinking about this most elemental of human acts.