it’s all there, but hard to find the beginning and impossible to fathom the end. (jeanette winterson)
nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold. (zelda fitzgerald)
certain these clouds go somewhere, billowing out to somewhere. (t. amos)
imagine this: several days before christmas, your only daughter falls ill and lies, unresponsive, in a coma. you and your husband leave the hospital and sit down to dinner at home. as you finish mixing the salad, you look over to your husband who is suddenly slumped motionless on the table. he has suffered a [...]
truth — it’s something i’m constantly seeking. to me, words are one of the few things that possess some absolute quality of truth. not spoken words, but written words. that probably explains why i’m such a collector of words — i have notebooks upon notebooks full of quotes, thoughts, random words that i don’t want [...]
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