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The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
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“There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, people we can't live without but have to let go.”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
“This flesh in which we live is nothing more than a cocoon, and only when we step out of it do we truly begin to live.”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
“And this evening when I close my eyes against the darkness and think about her, I'll imagine iridescent wings fluttering, if only for a moment, against cloudless blue skies.”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
“Faith doesn't rely on odds or statistical data. God only requires that we have faith; the rest is up to him.”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
“I believe there’s a place on the brink of suffering where all of one’s emotions gather like great philosophers. They reason amongst themselves on the best course of action. But it is only when love stands up and decides when and where the line must be drawn that all of the other emotions fall silent in agreement because they know that love is never wrong. It’s in that moment of pure love that decisions and action become clear.”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly. ~Richard Bach”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
“There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, people we can't live without but have to let go. ~Author Unknown”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
“But it is only when love stands up and decides when and where the line must be drawn that all of the other emotions fall silent in agreement because they know that love is never wrong. ”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
“There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, people we can't live without but have to let go. ~Author Unknown”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
“How long will it take for me to get better?” I asked her. “You keep asking me that as if you want me to give you a time frame.” That’s exactly what I wanted, some kind of grief chart that said in three months, the tears will stop; in eight months, the gut-wrenching pain will cease; in a year’s time, the sun will shine again. I needed a diagram wherewith to measure my progress, something to assure me that I wasn’t going crazy, but Marlo said there is no normal grief. “It is what it is, and there’s no wrong way to do it.” “Can you give me a time frame?” “I wish it were that simple, but it doesn’t work that way. And what do you mean by better?” “When will I stop crying?” “Never, your child is dead.”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
“This flesh in which we live is nothing more than a cocoon, and only when we step out of it do we truly begin to live. ”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
“Death is a money maker,” I told her, “and there will always be those ready to capitalize on your grief.” ”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
“There are no names for these deep places that try our souls. Some are cavernous and filled with noxious fumes. Some are in undersea canyons where the pressure is insurmountable. Some are in outer space void of oxygen and gravity, and some are on ice-covered mountains, deep just the same. These are inhospitable places where no flesh can survive. Yet, it isn’t the flesh but the spirit that finds itself in these places—blinded by darkness, gasping for air, crushed by pressure, adrift with no hopes of an anchor. In spite of all of this, we survive but not only for ourselves. Even if on hands and knees, we must return from these deep places clutching in our bloody fists something of value for humanity. ”
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
― The Truth About Butterflies: A Memoir
