Autumn is a cunning muse who steals by degrees my warmth and light. So distracted by her glorious painting of colors, I scarcely realize my losses until the last fiery leaf has fallen to the ground and the final pumpkin shrinks. Autumn departs with a cold kiss, leaving me to suffer the frigid grasp of winter in prolonged nightfall.
When I count my blessings, I find you in every one.
The effects of loss are acute, and unique to each individual. Not everyone mourns in the same way, but everyone mourns.
Words have less substance than air. Don’t tell me about your zealous dreams, your firm convictions, your profound love – show me.
There are times you find yourself standing by the wayside, watching as someone struggles to dig a well with a spoon, and you wish with all your heart you had arms and a shovel.
Love is donating a chunk of your life to patch up holes in the life of another.
Before you take that first curious, coerced, spiteful, or vengeful step forward, remember this: it’s a thousand times easier to slip into a muddy pit than it is to climb out of one.
Mothers care in volumes of tears and earnestness of prayers and a depth of emotion others cannot fathom.
The bulk of life is discovering who you are – and then reconciling that with who you wish you were.
We live our lives supposing things are as they appear to be when that is almost never the case.
There are tomorrows on their way worth the struggles of today. Never give up.
Remembering our loved ones is breathing life into their fading images, that we might once more see their faces and pass along a tearful “I miss you.
It seems my heart is made of tissue paper; I wish the world would handle it more delicately.
It is in the coldest months that hugs linger snug, and they warm the soul the most.
Every birthday celebrates a life because every life is important.
If you ever expect to write fairy tales, you’ve got to get your head in the clouds.
If all of our sins, bad habits, and poor choices were permanently inked into our skin like tattoos, we would all dress quite modestly.
Stand tall on the summit after a tedious climb. Take in the remarkable scenery and the exhilaration of accomplishment. But don’t pause for long; there are greater mountains to climb while you still possess the drive and capacity to do so.
It’s frustrating when our best efforts to help people fail. But if we could see life through their weary eyes and experience their trials with the same frayed emotions, we might understand why.
Never judge another knight without first knowing the strength and cunning of the dragons he fights.