I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
SCHUYLERMeet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
More Schuyler Quotes
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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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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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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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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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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 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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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’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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In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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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 never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
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I’m choosing to believe things are getting better again. The give and take of joy, remembering a few days of ache does not mean forever.
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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’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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