Please come here, but not too close.
SCHUYLERWe’re in spring and I have learned how to be gentle and sharp; strong bark on budding trees. Hold out your hands. I’ll leave a pink kiss and a pocket knife.
More Schuyler Quotes
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I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
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For now, I’ll bring what I can to my own four walls. I recognize the purpose, the promise of this: a church is made by its space, by its practices.
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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
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I’m thinking about how early the spring flower buds rise up from the grass; just barely on winter’s heels. How uncomfortable, how cold the soil must be, still half-frosted, when the roots start to take shape.
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This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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I sit on the bare floor, leave my palms unturned, and watch relief pool into one hand, and uncertainty in the next. I will try not to lean more one way or another, but let them hold each other as company.
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In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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We’ve never seen what a happy life could look like if we chose to spend it by ourselves – sharing our beautiful lives with friends, family members, the occasional crush, and lounging out in that quiet space alone as if an idyllic sunned beach.
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I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.
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