I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
SCHUYLERI’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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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Your anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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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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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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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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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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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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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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Hold 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.
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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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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 don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
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I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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