Across The Universe

I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

“Full I was of promises I never intended to keep: puckered laughter, lines to feast. I let everyone who entered my life enter through me.”

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

Sometimes people say terrible things when they’re scared. They don’t mean to, but they can’t help it. They lash out because if they can see that their words hurt someone else, it makes them feel as if they aren’t completely powerless.

There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.

Some things, once you’ve loved them, become yours forever. And if you try to let them go, they only circle back and return to you. They become part of who you are.