Jennifer > Jennifer's Quotes

Showing 1-30 of 139
« previous 1 3 4 5
sort by

  • #1
    Ellen Bass
    “to love life, to love it even
    when you have no stomach for it
    and everything you've held dear
    crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
    your throat filled with the silt of it.
    When grief sits with you, its tropical heat
    thickening the air, heavy as water
    more fit for gills than lungs;
    when grief weights you like your own flesh
    only more of it, an obesity of grief,
    you think, How can a body withstand this?
    Then you hold life like a face
    between your palms, a plain face,
    no charming smile, no violet eyes,
    and you say, yes, I will take you
    I will love you, again.”
    Ellen Bass

  • #2
    “Listen earnestly to anything [your children] want to tell you, no matter what. If you don't listen eagerly to the little stuff when they are little, they won't tell you the big stuff when they are big, because to them all of it has always been big stuff.”
    Catherine M. Wallace

  • #3
    Nicole Krauss
    “So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days, you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon’tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglass-I’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme….

    There was a time when it wasn’t uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bunch of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone. The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.

    The practice of attaching cups to the ends of string came much later. Some say it is related to the irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears, to hear the still-surviving echo of the world’s first expression. Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean by a girl who left for America.

    When the world grew bigger, and there wasn’t enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.

    Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence.”
    Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

  • #4
    Brené Brown
    “If we can share our story with someone who responds with empathy and understanding, shame can't survive.”
    Brené Brown, Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead

  • #5
    Shannon L. Alder
    “Defensiveness is usually someone silently screaming that they need you to value and respect them in disguise. When you look for deeper meanings behind someone’s pain you can then begin to heal not only yourself, but others.”
    Shannon Alder

  • #6
    Shannon L. Alder
    “Cruel people offer pity when they no longer feel threatened. However, kind people offer compassion and understanding regardless.”
    Shannon L. Alder

  • #7
    Sanober  Khan
    “my mother
    is pure radiance.

    she is the sun
    i can touch
    and kiss

    and hold
    without
    getting burnt.”
    Sanober Khan

  • #8
    Anthon St. Maarten
    “Many of us dream of a better, safer, more caring world, without recognizing that it all begins with creating and maintaining a deeper love in our own home. The seeds of world peace should be planted in our own backyard.”
    Anthon St. Maarten

  • #9
    “Like a song written on a piece of paper in the air, you may not see its notes, but as it glides, you can see its tune dance, from a love light so fair.

    ~Song of Susan”
    Benjamin Aubrey Myers

  • #10
    Karen  Gibbs
    “A Grandmother thinks of her grandchildren day and night, even when they are not with her.She will always love them more than anyone would understand.”
    Karen Gibbs, A Gallery of Scrapbook Creations

  • #11
    Nick Wilgus
    “It was a love story about a father and a son. The rest was window dressing. As a love story between a parent and a child, it was universal. Didn't matter that I was gay, that he was deaf, that we didn't fit in, that we were each outcasts in our own way”
    Nick Wilgus, Shaking the Sugar Tree

  • #12
    “The bond of love and the bond of peace keep us together in harmony.”
    Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind

  • #13
    Alfred Tennyson
    “Long sleeps the summer in the seed.

    Verse CIV
    Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam

  • #14
    Sanober  Khan
    “I am filled time and again
    with a heart-aching wonder
    when I think

    of the fire
    and frost of memories

    of the everlastingness
    of love

    the solace
    of family
    and the power
    of prayer.”
    Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

  • #15
  • #16
    Eli Clare
    “The body as home, but only if it is understood that bodies are never singular, but rather haunted, strengthened, underscored by countless other bodies.”
    Eli Clare, Exile and Pride: Disability, Queerness, and Liberation

  • #17
    Helen Keller
    “I am conscious of a soul-sense that lifts me above the narrow, cramping circumstances of my life. My physical limitations are forgotten- my world lies upward, the length and the breadth and the sweep of the heavens are mine!”
    Helen Keller, The Story of My Life: With Her Letters (1887 1901) and a Supplementary Account of Her Education Including Passages from the Reports and Letters of Her Teacher Anne Mansfield Sullivan by John Albert Macy

  • #18
    Elizabeth Goudge
    “It got worse still as time went on because people did not sympathize with you any more. They couldn't do enough for you at first, and that helped, and then they got bored with your troubles. But your troubles went on just the same and you had to bear them alone.”
    Elizabeth Goudge, The Scent of Water

  • #19
    Hannah Moskowitz
    “You stop noticing pain, is the thing.
    You notice it when it’s really bad, or when it’s different, but… on the rare occasion someone asks me what it’s like to live with RA, I don’t ever know what to say. They ask me if its painful, and I say yes because I know intellectually it must be, because the idea of doing some of the things that other people do without thinking fills me with dread and panic, but I always think about it mechanically. I can’t do x. I don’t want to do y. I don’t continue the thought into I can’t do that because it would hurt. I don’t want to do that because then I would be in pain.
    You can’t live like that. There’s only so much you can carry quietly by yourself, so you turn an illness into a list of rules instead of a list of symptoms, and you take pills that don’t help, and you do stretches, and you think instead of feeling. You think.”
    Hannah Moskowitz, Sick Kids in Love

  • #20
    “Mark Vink is a not a typical ME/CFS patient. He is severely ill. It takes him twelve hours to recover from a walk from his bed to the bathroom. While he’s not typical he may not be that uncommon, though. Some estimates suggest that about 25% of ME/CFS patients are home bound or bedridden. Few ever make it into research studies.”
    Cort Johnson

  • #21
    “Sophia’s case sheds light on CFS because there were changes in her dorsal ganglia – the gatekeepers to sensation in the brain – and we know that fatigue depends on sensory perception.”
    Abhijit Chaudhuri

  • #22
    Jade Sharma
    “It is like walking down a street and every so often someone beats the shit out of you. You mostly heal, but some injuries just don’t, and then you go out and walk some more, and someone comes by and beats the shit out of you again.”
    Jade Sharma, Problems

  • #23
    Lucy H. Pearce
    “You, dear sister, may be the last bastion of sanity in a culture gone mad. In a world so toxic it cannot function, so numb it cannot even cry out for help, so disconnected it cannot heal. Except through the cells of our bodies.
    Our sisters are dying right now to tell you,
    Enough suffering, it is time to heal.”
    Lucy H. Pearce, Medicine Woman: Reclaiming the Soul of Healing

  • #24
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “It’s the beating of my heart.
    The way I lie awake, playing with shadows slowly climbing up my wall. The gentle moonlight slipping through my window and the sound of a lonely car somewhere far away, where I long to be too, I think. It’s the way I thought my restless wandering was over, that I’d found whatever I thought I had found, or wanted, or needed, and I started to collect my belongings. Build a home. Safe behind the comfort of these four walls and a closed door.
    Because as much as I tried or pretended or imagined myself as a part of all the people out there,
    I was still the one locking the door every night.
    Turning off the phone and blowing out the candles so no one knew I was home.
    ’cause I was never really well around the expectations of my personality
    and I wanted to keep to myself.
    and because I haven’t been very impressed lately.
    By people,
    or places.
    Or the way someone said he loved me and then slowly changed his mind.”
    Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving

  • #25
    Charlotte Eriksson
    “You become a house where the wind blows straight through, because no one bothers the crack in the window or lock on the door, and you’re the house where people come and go as they please, because you’re simply too unimpressed to care. You let people in who you really shouldn’t let in, and you let them walk around for a while, use your bed and use your books, and await the day when they simply get bored and leave. You’re still not bothered, though you knew they shouldn’t have been let in in the first place, but still you just sit there, apathetic like a beggar in the desert.”
    Charlotte Eriksson, You're Doing Just Fine

  • #26
    John Crowley
    “She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.”
    John Crowley, Little, Big

  • #27
    Alix E. Harrow
    “She scoured the Earth, wandering and ravenous, looking for doors. And she found them. She found them in abandoned churches and the salt-rimed walls of caves, in graveyards and behind fluttering curtains in foreign markets. She found so many her imagining of the world grew lacy and tattered with holes, like a mouse-chewed map.”
    Alix E. Harrow, The Ten Thousand Doors of January

  • #28
    Virginia Woolf
    “Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #29
    Virginia Woolf
    “Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves

  • #30
    Virginia Woolf
    “There is, then, a world immune from change. But I am not composed enough, standing on tiptoe on the verge of fire, still scorched by the hot breath, afraid of the door opening and the leap of the tiger, to make even one sentence. What I say is perpetually contradicted. Each time the door opens I am interrupted. I am not yet twenty-one. I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens. I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room.”
    Virginia Woolf, The Waves



Rss
« previous 1 3 4 5
All Quotes



Tags From Jennifer’s Quotes

acceptance
hope
life
love
listening
poignant
empathy
shame
speaking
anger
communication
compassion
competition
cruelty
fake
fake-christians
family-members
games
hatred
hurting-people
jealousy
mental-disorders
no-communication
no-talking
passive-agressive-behavior
pity
reaching-out
sisters
talking
understanding
deep-love
family
family-love
mother
mothers-day
mothers-love
sun
sunshine
warm
warmth
better-world
caring-world
charity-begins-at-home
compassionate-world
heal-the-world
home-life
loving-home
safe-at-home
safer-world
angelic-wind
jesse-edward
family-life
grandchildren
grandma
grandparents
inspirational
life-experience
christian-life
motivational
peace
people
spirituality
hibernation
hidden-potential
potential
rebirth
rejuvenation
resurrection
everlasting
feelings
fire
frost
heart
heart-ache
life-quotes
memories
nostalgia
poetry
poetry-quotes
poets
powerful
prayer
solace
wonder
adage
adages
africa
african
aphorism
aphorisms
arrogance
arrogant
axiom
axioms
boyfriend
boyfriends
convince
convinced
convincing
date
dating
deep
deserve
deserving
dictum
dictums
epigram
epigrams
funny
girlfriend
girlfriends
gnome
gnomes
humble
humbled
humility
humor
humorous
humour
husband
husbands
insightful
made-me-think
make-you-think
maxim
maxims
partner
partners
persuade
persuaded
persuading
philosopher
profound
proverb
proverbs
provoke-thought
quotation
quotations
quote
quote-of-the-day
quotes
relationship
satire
satirical
saying
sayings
south-africa
south-african
thought-provoking
thoughtful
true
wife
wives
body
disability
education
literature
chronic-illness
bedridden
chronic-fatigue-syndrome
housebound
me-cfs-quotes
myalgic-encephalomyelitis
severe-me
basal-ganglia
me-cfs
chronic-pain
illness
pain
healing
health
alone
awake
berlin
candles
doors
expectations
found
home
impressed
lonely
lost
lost-love
moon
moonlight
night
personality
places
shadows
solitude
thoughts
travel
wall
wander
wandering
window
apathetic
bed
books
bored
care
desert
grief
house
leave
let-in
loss
numb
poems
recovery
they
tumblr-poetry
tumblr-writers
unimpressed
wind
consciousness
falling-asleep
sleep
sophie-dale-drinkwater
sparkling-darkness
discoveries
reading
escape
mind