• We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered
• "Know something, sugar? Stories only happen to people who can tell them." -A. Ginnesberg
• "Comparison is the thief of joy."- F. Roosevelt
• "Experience is a brutual teacher, but you learn. My God, do you learn." -C.S. Lewis
• "Perhaps someday I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow." -S. Plath
• “In every life there is a turning point. A moment so tremendous, so sharp and clear that one feels as if one’s been hit in the chest, all the breath knocked out, and one knows, absolutely knows without the merest hint of a shadow of a doubt that one’s life will never be the same.” This, to me, seems true but only slightly so. I think there are many turning points, many times when we find ourselves down, on the pavement, crouched and breathless and shocked to find ourselves here, knowing that when we rise- and we always do- that the street we are on will be the same, same ice surrounding us, icicles precariously overhead, streetlights with their ashy burning orange glow, but nothing is the same
• "You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
• I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning. Stephen Chbosky
• I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I’m tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that’s been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence? Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for him. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow? Audrey Niffenegger
• I do not think that one should demand that love be forever. Perhaps it is better that it not be forever. How can one answer for more than the moment? Who knows what strange tides may sweep us away? What depths there may be, or twists and turns and shallows? Each life sails a separate course, although sometimes, and this is the best of times, two lives may move along together until the end of time
• "He groped for the word but didn't want to use it; it was a midnight word, a crescent moon word, a howling winds word."
• Bear and ghost
• And I still see you/inside of this god awful house/ you move awfully quiet now
• Maybe one day you'll understand why everything you touch, oh it dies

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

Words words words

• Gulch
• Glitter
• Gully
• Lugubrious
• Dusky
• Murky
• Rattled
• Ethereal
• Decrepit