To love, to be hurt and yet, to hope, again

I heard these three songs in a sequence and found a pattern and thought it nice. I loved all three, but best of the lot is obviously Sam Smith’s one.

 

https://soundcloud.com/samsmithworld/samsmithasaprocky

 

 

Let me end this with my favorite Khalil Gibran’s quotes which almost resembles the theme of these three songs.

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.