Until we look from the bottom up we have nothing.
Whatever else you do, listen to your Deepest Self. Love Her and be true to Her, speak Her truth, always.
Ich hatte schon oft gehoert wie Augusta gesagt hatte: Wenn du etwas vom jemanden brauchst dann bau dem anderen eine Bruecke auf der ihr euch begegnen koennt.
My mauma was shrewd. She didn’t get any reading and writing like me. Everything she knew came from living on the scarce side of mercy.
I sit in my new room and write everything down. My heart never stops talking.
Sometimes you want to fall on your knees and thank God in heaven for all the poor news reporting that goes on in the world.
I’d chosen the regret I could live with best, that’s all.
He came to see, and I did too, that patriarchy wounds men also, that men have their own journeys to make in order to heal and differentiate themselves from it.
You have to find a mother inside yourself. We all do. Even if we already have a mother, we still have to find this part of ourselves inside
He will use the word love, and the world will not stop spinning but go right on in its courses, like the river, like the bees, like everything.
He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.
Nothing is fair in this world. You might as well get that straight right now
There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip through the hinges where you've hung it so careful.
Mauma came down with a limp. When she was in her room or in the kitchen house for meals, she didn’t have any trouble, but the minute she stepped in the yard, she dragged her leg like it was a dead log...
How can you ask us to go back to our parlors? I said, rising to my feet. To turn our backs on ourselves and on our own sex? We don’t wish the movement to split, of course we don’t—it saddens me to thi...
The night fell over me, and for a moment I lost my boundaries, feeling like the sky was my own skin
You create a path of your own by looking within yourself and listening to your soul, cultivating your own ways of experiencing the sacred and then practicing it. Practicing until you make it a song th...
The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters.
In a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional...What a special case I was.
The day life turned into nothing this world could fix,
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