"Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe."
– Andrea Gibson
“Cause you never think the last time’s going to be the last time - you think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.”
— Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy.
Jodi Picoult, Nineteen Minutes
Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still
I made it through April, May, June; it seemed I had outsmarted grief but pulled the hanged man card repeatedly—the self-same sorrow said a different way.
— Maya C. Popa, from “Signal”
“Don’t worry when I argue with you. Worry when I stop - for that means there’s nothing left to fight for.”
— Unknown
"Please tell her, that when the sun goes down I think of her. Please tell her, that I will never forget the sound of her voice calling my name. And please, let her know that she lives in my heart and that everywhere I go, I always see her face."
I want, one day, to be so full of love it’s impossible not to spread it. To beam with light. To ooze with kindness. To love as if my life depends on it.
Because it does.
