jesus hurtado

I don't know how many times I survived myself without telling anyone.

“Some people are going to leave, but that’s not the end of your story. That’s the end of their part in your story.”

“You learn more about someone at the end of a relationship than at the beginning.”

“Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows.”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but I miss myself.”

“Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.”

“Almost all of our brokenness can be tracked back to the quantity and quality of the love we have experienced.”

“I might forgive you a thousands times, but I’ll only trust you once.”

But what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself,into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously.

I don't know how many times I survived myself without telling anyone.