“ Find your hope, then, on the ground under your feet.
Your hope of Heaven, let it rest on the ground underfoot.”
~ Wendell Berry
“I suspect that no matter what happens I will allow it to hurt me. Eat away at my insides, as it were—as it will be. As it always has been. Why am I so accessible? Why do I give myself to people who will always and should always remain strangers?”
~ Carrie Fisher
“And every time you stabbed me in the back, I apologized for getting blood on your knife.
— I would have done anything for you”
“I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.”
~ Oliver Herford
“Not everyone is okay with living like an open wound. But the thing about open wounds is that, well, you aren’t ignoring it, you’re healing. The fresh air can get to it. It’s honest. You aren’t hiding who you are. You aren’t rotting. People can give you advice on how to heal without scarring badly.”
~ Warsan Shire
“Time didn’t heal, but it anesthetized. The human mind could only feel so much.”
~ P.D. James
“You are the origin of all jasmine, all narcissi,
and irises to come.
You are sunlight moving.”
~ Rumi, excerpt of Passage Into Silence (tr. by Coleman Barks)