The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 8

by Beth Brower

Forgive yourself for having let yourself down, even while you were holding others up.

All related thoughts end with the realisation that a good deal of life is watching those we love consider the stupidest of possibilities.

Why would God trust humankind if—in the end—we are all fools?

Loss is never direct; it never finds a worn path. No matter how, or why. It throws one into the wilds with no path at all.

“As of this moment, we are friendship-bound. No matter what winds blow, the fact that this has happened is immutable. Everything in the future may change, but our present claims something stronger than change.”