The term Blue Moon can refer to the second full moon in a given month. When people say "once in a blue moon" they are speaking to the rarity of the occurrence of a second moon happening in the same given month. The next Blue Moon is August 31, 2012 August 2012 is a month with two full moons. And, by popular acclaim, that means it’s a Blue Moon month ~ but it’s Blue in name only. That’s bec ause a Blue Moon is sometimes defined as the second full moon in a calendar month. The first full moon was August 1. The second full moon is August 31, 2012.
At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it's not so important happy ever after, just that it’s happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you and once in a while people may even take your breath away. Meredith Grey ༺♥༻
"Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom..."
...then saith he to Thomas,.... For whose sake he chiefly came, and whom he at once singled out from the rest, and called by name in the most friendly manner, without upbraiding or reproaching him for not believing the testimony that had been given him:
reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands, and reach hither thine hand and thrust it into my side; that is, make use of every way by seeing, feeling, and examining the scars in my hands, and the hole in my side, and satisfy thyself in the manner thou hast desired; which shows the omniscience of Christ, who knew what had passed between him and the other disciples, and the very words Thomas had expressed himself in; also his great humility and condescension in submitting himself to be examined in the very manner he had fixed; and likewise the reality of his resurrection:
and be not faithless, but believing; in which words Christ dissuades him from unbelief, which is very evil in its own nature, and in its effects; it is the root of all evil; it unfits for duty, and renders the word unprofitable, and leads men off from Christ; and is the more aggravated in the people of God, by the instances, declarations, and promises of grace, and discoveries of love made unto them: and he also encourages him to believe. The exercise of the grace of faith is well pleasing to Christ; it gives glory to him, and makes for the soul's comfort; and a word from Christ, his power going along with it, will enable men to believe, as it did Thomas; which appears by what follows...
I don’t dream anymore...i don’t smoke anymore...♫ I don’t have a history anymore... I am dirty without you... I am ugly without you...♫ I am like an orphan in a room...
I don’t feel like living in my life...♫ My life stops when you leave... I don’t have a life anymore and even my bed, Turns into a platform (of a station)... When you go away...♫
I am sick...♫ Completely sick...♫ Like when my mother went out in the evening...♫ And that she left me alone with my despair...
I am mad...fully sick...♫ You come, one never knows when... You leave again, one never knows where... And it will be soon two years...♫ Since you didn’t give a damn...
Like to a rock... Like to a sin... I am locked on to you...♫ I am tired, I am exhausted... To pretend being happy when they are here...♫
I drink every night... But all Whiskey...♫ For me, they have the same taste... And all the boats carry your flag...♫ I don’t know anymore where to go, you are everywhere...♫
I am sick... Completely sick...♫ I pour my blood in your body... And i am like a dead bird when you sleep...♫
I am sick...♫ Perfectly... You have deprived me of all my songs...♫ You have drained me of all my words... And I have the heart completely sick... Though i had talent before having your skin...♫
This love is killing me...♫ If this goes on, i’ll die alone with me... Near my radio, like an idiot kid... Listening to my own voice singing...♫
I am sick... Completely sick...♫ Like when my mother went out in the evening...♫ And that she left me alone with my despair...
I am sick... This is it...i am sick... You have deprived me of all my songs...♫ You have drained me of all my words... And I have the heart completely sick...♫ Surrounded by barricades...♫ Listen...I am...sick...