Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole,
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound.
But while you debate half empty or half full,
Slowly it rises, your love is gonna drown.
–lyrics from Death Cab for Cutie.
Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings. – Victor Hugo