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“Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.”
“Don’t give up now, chances are that your best kiss and hardest laugh and your greatest day are still yet to come.”
“Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme,
and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end.”
“Every time it rains, it stops raining. Every time you hurt, you heal. After darkness, there is always light and you get reminded of this every morning but you still choose to believe that the night will last forever. Nothing lasts forever. Not the good or the bad.”
Inhabit your moments. Don’t rent them out to tomorrow. Do you know what you’re doing when you spend a moment wondering how things are going to turn out? You’re cheating yourself out of today.
“There is no death, daughter. People die only when we forget them,’ my mother explained shortly before she left me. ‘If you can remember me, I will be with you always.”
“Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.”
“All great changes are preceded by chaos.”
If all that is left at the end of life is what is in your heart – what will I be left with?
“I am tired of trying to hold things together that cannot be held. Trying to control what cannot be controlled. I am tired of denying myself what I want for fear of breaking things I cannot fix. They will break no matter what we do.”
“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.”
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light.
“The human condition is one in which we have a gnawing sense we come from somewhere else, somewhere other than this world. Yet we can’t quite remember where.”
From where we stand the rain seems random. If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”