I now see how owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.
Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch, she’d rush away again.
Glenda Millard, A Small Free Kiss in the Dark
I think everyone has two birthdays – the day of his physical birth and the first day of his conscious life.
Letters From An Unknown Woman (1949)
When today is a long time ago, you’ll still hear me say that the best dream I know is you.
it was a great week in france.
until next time, paris…
Lean too much on the approval of people, and it becomes a bed of thorns.
We are not held back by the love we didn’t receive in the past, but by the love we’re not extending in the present.
Your eyes you may cast backward, but the heart is locked in the chest and must beat forever forward.