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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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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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’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
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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 still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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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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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 know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it 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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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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I’m remembering again, how loneliness has always made me brave.
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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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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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