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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More Schuyler Quotes
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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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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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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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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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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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Please come here, but not too close.
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Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
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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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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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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’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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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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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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In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
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