She’s thinking about grief and trauma, how they can hide out inside a woman, how they can come back. The playwright follows her eyes, until he sees what she sees. The photographer’s framed image, the orphan girl lit up by the explosion, a girl blowing forward, a girl coming out of fire, a girl who looks as if she might blast right through image and time into the world“ I know what’s happened, ” the poet says. Lidia Yuknavitch
Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
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Unknown
Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.
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Nicholas Sparks
So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
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E.a. Bucchianeri
But when I do feel all the strength go out of me, and I fall to my knees beside the table and I think I cry, then, or at least I want to, and everything inside me screams for just one more kiss, one more...
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Veronica Roth
I went to a tattoo parlor and had YES written onto the palm of my left hand, and NO onto my right palm, what can I say, it hasn't made my life wonderful, its made life possible, when I rub my hands against each other...
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Jonathan Safran Foer
More Quotes By Lidia Yuknavitch
I just want my stories to be mine.
I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.
Leslie Marmon Silko whispers the story is long. No, longer. Longer than that even. Longer than anything. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>With Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath drink at the bar. Laugh the dark laughter in the dark light. Sing a dark drunken song of men. <span...
But more often there are regular people in the pool. Beautiful women seniors doing water aerobics - mothers and grandmothers and great grandmothers - their massive breasts and guts reminding you how it is that women carry worlds. When I swim by them I watch...
Sometimes a mind is just born late, coming through waves on a slower journey. You were never, in the end, alone. Isn’t it a blessing, what becomes from inside the alone.