Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
SCHUYLERYour anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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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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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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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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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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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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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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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 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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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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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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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’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
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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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