I still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’
RENEE STONEThe free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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I wish you could feel it when it’s dark at night, and I think of you when I pass the streetlights. But I know you feel the care without me being there.
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You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.
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I can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.
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I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.
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People struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
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The thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
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I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
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To be understood is to be on part of the path to inclusivity.
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I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
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I lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
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Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
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I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.
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I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
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My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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Here you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.
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