into the deep blue soul

“What I mean is that grief is nothing if not the inability to tell / and retell the beloved of their own significance.”

“How can I begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?”

“When death, the great Reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.”

“She had never depended on him, but she had loved him, which was quite different. She had tried to absorb his anger and his uncertainty. She had used her body as grounding rod. She had tried to earth him. Instead, she had split him.”

“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.”

1. your suffering can’t end until you stop identifying with it. if your sense of self is tied up in your suffering, anyone or anything that attempts to separate you from it will become the enemy because, whether consciously or subconsciously, you will on some level believe they are trying to take away a part of who you are.

“everything beautiful in us / is already / dying.”

“We never discard our childhood. We never escape it completely. We relive fragments of it through others. We live buried layers through others. We live through others’ projections of the unlived selves.”

“Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that.”

“Someone should take this girl in his arms and hold her tight, I thought. Probably someone other than me. Someone qualified to give her something.”

“When will I stop belonging to this hungry thing inside me?”

“… what I am aches in me.”

“Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers.”

“You have to meet people where they are, and sometimes you have to leave them there.”