The voice of grief is rather convincing, isn’t it? It tells you you’re “too old, ” “not good enough, ” or “not worthy enough” for another chance at life, that starting over is impossible. This voice in your head is the first thing you hear in the morning and the last thing you hear at night. It drives with you to work. It stays with you at lunch. Its message is so consistent that because of its repetitive power, you may be inclined to believe it. But, as persuasive as the voice of grief is, everything it says is a lie. It’s all a pack of lies. Do you want the truth? If you do, then start listening to life calling to you inside your grief. How? Every time you are yearning to be held and loved, to laugh again, listen to your yearning. Do not listen to your fear . . Listen to life calling you, “I am here, come on over. Take a chance on me. I am your life, and you’re all that I’ve got. Christina Rasmussen
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
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Marilyn Monroe
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth.
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William W. Purkey
This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like...
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Marilyn Monroe
When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.
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Jess C. Scott
Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears." After all this time?"" Always, " said Snape.
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J.k. Rowling
More Quotes By Christina Rasmussen
I have lived in the shadow of loss–the kind of loss that can paralyze you forever. I have grieved like a professional mourner–in every waking moment, draining every ounce of my life force. I died–without leaving my body. But I came back, and now it’s...
When everything looks the same on the outside, yet everything has changed on the inside, we break. We break in half. This is the duality of loss.
When the dream that was no longer can be, you have to dream a different dream.
You can do the impossible, because you have been through the unthinkable.
The voice of grief is rather convincing, isn’t it? It tells you you’re “too old, ” “not good enough, ” or “not worthy enough” for another chance at life, that starting over is impossible. This voice in your head is the first thing you hear...
