Rachel Thompson > Quotes

“We look at your eyes. The eyes carry the wounds. The eyes know damage. Damaged people recognize other damaged people, and we let you in. We are kindred. - Broken Places”
― Rachel Thompson

“You used words, discarding them meaninglessly, without thinking, whereas I thought they held meaning. I found what you will never see: that my love resides on the other side of words. - Broken Places”
― Rachel Thompson

“It's a lie that all the elements work together in unison—they fight for prominence, just as we fight for the one we need, filling our core, giving us life.
I needed air to move.
To end.
To begin.”
― Rachel Thompson

“We didn’t explode.
It was more a quiet implosive retreat.
Patiently gathering my forces and wits,
Strategically placing every moment on my hidden board of fools.”
― Rachel Thompson

“I’ve traveled this road for many decades and I still don’t know how to go. I am a wanderer, traversing mountains of time. There is no fault, only fault lines that tremor and quake, barring me, no warning. Aftershocks. -Broken Places”
― Rachel Thompson

“Survivors create survival mechanisms. Mine is pushing through. I push everything to the side, out of my line of vision, out of my mind and I focus relentlessly on my goal. Not sure what you’d call it, but who cares? I’m a fighter and that’s enough. I live each day happy to wake up each morning to my children’s bright eyes and warm cheeks. If pushing through gives me more days with the family I’ve created, with my writing, with my loves— fine by me. Call it what you want. I call it living. -Broken Places”
― Rachel Thompson

“If a man changes a toilet paper roll & no one is around to see it, did it really happen? #Mancode question of the day.”
― Rachel Thompson

“In a surreal gift from the universe, time both stands still and flies past you in that singular moment when you find out someone you once loved is gone.”
― Rachel Thompson

“Distance and time don't diminish, can't change, trauma. You don't wake up one day done with it. It haunts you, as a ghost glides through your soul, a chilling disturbance in the lonely quiet of even the warmest nights, because the dark desperation still comes. I still climb that hill, though the terrain is different and the burden less, now a survivor, a strong woman who finally decided to stop running, to stop perfecting, to stop climbing. To breathe.”
― Rachel Thompson, Broken Pieces: A Memoir of Abuse

“Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til all I have left are meaningless letters pushing fire through my veins. Words can draw blood if you’re very, very careful. - Broken Places”
― Rachel Thompson