Yes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
SCHUYLERHold me here, where I feel less like a stranger to my own laughter. Where it’s easier to believe things happen for a reason or maybe, at least, out of a thousand winding roads my life might take, I will still find one that fits me.
More Schuyler Quotes
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We’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.
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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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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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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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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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I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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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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There will be a time where this hurts less and it will not mean it didn’t matter. It means that in the face of feeling something precious slip in my hands, I will always find a way back to myself.
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My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
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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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I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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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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I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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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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