It was the very image of innocence. I wanted to remember this moment always, to look at it when I needed something good to hold on to.
Power isn’t telling someone what to do, she told herself. Strength isn’t having the upper hand. Nobility and grace are revealed in the manner in which love is given.
Love wasn’t hard, she thought. Losing love was.
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The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
I would rather die of passion than of boredom.
All stories come to an end. That moment when we sigh and close the book, perhaps sit back in our chair and rest our palm over the cover, is met with quixotic emotions. On the one hand, we’re satisfied...
And quickly. If you let it, grief could swallow you whole.
The years had a way of rounding off the pointed edges of anger.
Why didn’t you tell me? It’s all such a complicated mess. Most lives are if you live long enough, my darling. I’ve
No knowledge is wasted,
It was chilling to wake up at forty years of age to find she had no friends, no interests and no investments in anything unconnected to her work.
Waves
Month’s
Sometimes she's so stuck up she'd drown in a rainstorm.
She thought how sharp words could sting when they held the truth.
I can’t change the past. I can’t take the hurt back. But I can soften it if I can just learn how to accept it.
Her love for Mamaw had always been like that porch light, the one true shining light in her heart when the world proved dark and scary.
The secet to happiness is to embrace the humility to accept what comes and the courage to continue on your life's path with an open heart
In every life, there was death and rebirth and continuity.