I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
SCHUYLERI never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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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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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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I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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Take me back to the evergreen trees; to the sunlight through the leaves, the bending ferns and fronds. The pitter of the rain, the smooth rocks sleeping under moss. Take me back to the life I know before this body.
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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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Please come here, but not too close.
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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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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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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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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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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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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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