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when you lose your sails, row.
Moving on doesn't mean forgetting.
You ain’t dead yet, so you ain’t done.
A life without rain is like the sun without shade.
Every woman needs a daughter to tell her stories to.
Great tragedy gives us opportunities for great kindness.
Sometimes hope is all we have, and to lose that is to lose all.
You have to get through the rain if you're ever going to see a rainbow.
Sometimes I guess you need to lose everything before you realize what's really important.
Adversity in life does not rob your heart of beauty. It simply teaches it a new song to sing.
The highway of life was littered with the roadkill of those who didn't know when to change lanes.
But I think sometimes a person has to be forced underwater to see if they're going to drown or swim.
They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.
I know what it is to hope and pray so hard that you're sure God will answer your prayer just so you'll stop asking.
A secret society exists, and is living among all of us. They are neither people nor animals, but something in-between.
The answers we seek aren't always the answers we want, are they? But knowing the truth is what helps us sleep at night.
We live, we love. These are the choices we are given, to open doors or to close them. It is all we have, and it is enough
There is how we were before, and how we are now, and the time between is spent choosing which doors to open, and which to close.
But there is room now in my heart for more memories, carved by a letting go that I could find only by coming home to a place I'd never been.
There are no completely good or bad people. Everybody makes mistakes, or bad choices. It's how we live with them that make us the people we are.
To give up too easily leads to regret, yet trying and then failing can lead us to second chances if we do not accept it as a failure, but a chance to learn.
Don’t see the notes. See the music. See the story it is telling you. Allow the music to change you. Allow it to give you the courage to do whatever you need to
Miles and years become suddenly invisible when you find yourself back where you started from, as if you've learned nothing and you are once again the person you once were.
The word that came to me now was "defiant." Because a person had to be defiant to be able to stand amid the wreckage of her life and instead of shaking a fist, pick up a hammer.
Death and loss, they plague you. So do memories. Like the Mississippi's incessant slap against the levees, they creep up with deceptive sweetness before grabbing your heart and pulling it under.
Strong winds buffet the sea oats and tall dune grasses, tossing sand and seabirds where it will, winding my sister's golden hair into sunlit spirals of silk until it becomes the only good memory I have of her -- the only memory I allowed myself to keep.
A great man once wrote, "Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and blows up the bonfire." If only I were as eloquent as Mr. de la Rochefoucauld...I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. And I want you. And I need your kiss. And your touch on my skin like a man needs water. Always.
Life isn't perfect. It's not supposed to be. We all make mistakes. You bash your head against the wall and you get hurt, but you walk away and make the best of it. And that's what makes it life, Brenna, not perfection. You'll never find happiness if you only expect to find a perfect life. Happiness is something we reach for while we try to learn from our disappointments.
Every woman should have a daughter to tell her stories to. Otherwise, the lessons learned are as useless as spare buttons from a discarded shirt. And all that is left is a fading name and the shape of a nose or the color of hair. The men who write the history books will tell you the stories of battles and conquests. But the women will tell you the stories of people's hearts.
Sometimes we make decisions because it seems to be the only path visible at the moment. It's only later that we see there was more than one path, but the others were blocked from our vision at the time. That's the thing with hindsight, you see. Even if you can see it clearly, there's no going back. It's at that point we need to turn around and stare ahead and make a new life.
Mama?" "Yes, Emmy." She traced a rivulet of rain with her finger as it made its journey down the glass. "How do you know when it's been long enough?" Emmy could sense her mother smiling into the phone. "When you relaize that love doesn't have a time span. Only pain does. I think sometimes it's hard to distinguish between the two, so we just hold on to both of them like they're inseparable.