Tomo Murakoshi She liked the sound of those two words.

And there are moments, my dear Petronius when music caresses my soul.

They touched me at that time.

Gie me your bosom to weep on.

They have touched me throughout my 68 years.

Time has not fully healed the deep wounds in the hearts and souls of our people.

Haven't you heard that music soothes the savage beast?

For thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.

Religion's supposed to comfort people, not frighten them to death!

I know those hands and eyes they touched me as well.

They touched me when I was four and I lost my eyesight and was partially paralyzed.

Most people find that very soothing, and, interestingly, 12 cycles per minute is roughly the frequency of the breathing of a sleeping human.

Mr. Brady, it's the duty of a newspaper to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable.

I'm a bit worried about the caress thing.

A kind of sense of inner freedom as opposite to intense grasping and obsession.

He comes to me at night driving me insane with his caresses.

Lan Yuefeng claimed that Wang Zhi'an should delete the microblogging and apologized to him and made compensation of 100,000 yuan for the mental damage solatium.

My parents will not be avenged unless these men are tortured until they become mad

He that raised up Jesus from the dead will also quicken... our mortal bodies by his spirit that dwelleth in us.

Well?

He's got a redhead in his arms

And when I touch you, I feel happy inside.

He repaired injured feelings that might have escalated into permanent hostility.

And it's all mental.

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

And actually, I spend as much of my time in clinic dealing with the emotional adjustment of patients as with the physical disability.

Staff member with a dependent spouse or a dependent child

? But hearts can laugh ?

The heart that seeks God...

But if I can see you and touch you, even as simply as this, I won't mind.

The eye is the mirror of the soul.

My conscience is clear.

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Yeah, number eight. Telepathy.

Torture of the mind. The most exquisite torture is all in the mind.

In the multitude of my thoughts within me, your comforts delight my soul.

Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.

In the multitude of my thoughts within me, your comforts delight my soul.

Oh that I could comfort myself against sorrow! My heart is faint within me.

In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.

When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.

In the multitude of my thoughts within me thy comforts delight my soul.

When I would comfort myself against sorrow, my heart is faint in me.

I wish everyone could have had the opportunity to know this man, and to know his heart and its riches.

How is the poor, dear soul?