~david weatherford
it's not so much that we're afraid of change or so in love with the old ways, but it's that place in between that we fear. . . . it's like being between trapezes. it's linus when his blanket is in the dryer. there's nothing to hold on to.
what other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! what jailer so inexorable as one's self!
~nathaniel hawthorne
there are many ways of breaking a heart. stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream--whatever that dream might be.
~pearl buck
i was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. what is broken is broken--and i'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as i lived.
~margaret mitchell
how wonderful it is to having something that makes parting so difficult.
~emily dickenson
we call that person who has lost a father an orphan; and a widower a man who has lost his wife. but that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend�by what name shall we call him? here, every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.
1.15.2004
i was born when he kissed me.
i died when he left me.
i lived while he loved me.
love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken.
all love is lucky, even when it breaks your heart.
we are never so helplessly unhappy as when we lose love.
if love is worth less because it doesn't last forever, then life must be worth less for the same reason.
where you used to be there is a hole in the world, which i find myself constantly walking around in the daytime and falling into at night.
i miss you like hell.
there is a time for departure, even when there's no certain place to go.
so long, old friend.
1.16.2004