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.
SCHUYLERIf every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
More Schuyler Quotes
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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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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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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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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’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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Please come here, but not too close.
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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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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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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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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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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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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 descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
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