How do I make the voices stop?

A single name is too small for a constellaion

Even the smallest thing will wait a lifetime for the passing shadow of love.

The heart is not written down on any map; true places never are.

Watch out for those sparks, big fires start small.

Absence is a wind to love: small things extinguished; great things inflamed.

“Do you give the equine its strength?” Job 39:19

Old age and wisdom will always outdo youth and skill.

Fallen things are built again.

In which I discover a place that i've always known, but never all.