I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
SCHUYLERI 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.
More Schuyler Quotes
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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
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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 allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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People have been washed away by less. I’ll take every step gently. So often, you can’t tell the rush of a riptide until you’re already at sea.
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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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Your anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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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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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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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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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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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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