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I had to immediately get up, get ahead of it. Keep moving, otherwise I’d lie in bed all day like an ass, pissing and moaning over what I couldn’t change. Get up, shake it out of the covers and kick it under the bed.
There is beauty everywhere, even in the things that scare you the most…
What scared me the most was letting the pain in. Or out, rather.
When little slivers of hope put in an appearance, you have to grab them and hold on. Give them a smile. Otherwise, what’s the fucking point?
“Real men take care of the women in their lives as a matter of course. Not because they want something in return.”
You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same.— Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
“A semicolon is where a writer can choose to end the sentence,” she said, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear. “But they don’t. The story goes on. It’s a symbol of hope. To keep going.” She smiled tremulously. “Sometimes I need that reminder.”
“The feeling you have in that moment right as you wake up, before your brain mucks it all up with thoughts and words? That very first feeling is where the truth lives.”
“Where there is ruin, there is hope for treasure.” She gave me another of her knowing smiles. “It’s one of my favorites.” “Yeah,” I said, a smile finding its way to my lips. “It sounds pretty fucking good to me too.”
“You’re tougher than you think.
“I see you, Theo. I see you. If Jonah was the glue that held us together, you’re the rock we set our backs to. I’m proud of you for that.” His chin quivered, his voice cracked. “I’m so proud you’re my son.”
