How do you know when an apology is true-when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment? BETH KEPHART ApologyLastsMean
Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other. BETH KEPHART ChanceGivingStories
In high school, my desire for friendship far outweighed my talent for it. BETH KEPHART DesireFriendshipSchool
Step out from behind the words. When you’re a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they’re not. You are this living breathing bad hair day kind of person. BETH KEPHART BreathingHairSteps
Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you. BETH KEPHART FallingLoveTree
Nothing erodes [a mother’s love]. It is not sand on a beach. It is the nuclear heart of things-hard as the rock of this earth. BETH KEPHART BeachHeartMother
Imagine music gushing down the hollow places in your bones, and making you liquid, and giving you speed. Imagine music turning your body into a song. BETH KEPHART BodyGivingSong
Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors. BETH KEPHART HeartHonorNumbers
I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way. BETH KEPHART BelieveDifferentFriends