Kathleen

“In the end
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you live?
How deeply did you let go?”
― Jack Kornfield, Buddha's Little Instruction Book

“One pit held the tangled severed legs of men, blood caked over kneecaps or shredded thigh muscle. Another pit held a confusion of forearms and hands. They were the graves of amputations – he’d seen them in the field, behind the surgical tent where the screams echoed long after their issuing mouths had closed unconscious.”
― Samuel Snoek-Brown, Hagridden

“Whatever happens. Whatever
what is is is what
I want. Only that. But that.”
― Galway Kinnell, A New Selected Poems

“This morning I heard: the hesitancy in her voice wasn't ordinary sincerity but a lot of it, and her tone wasn't only friendly, it was intimate, private, longing. The words, quiet and simple as they were, were strong, deep tosses that landed close, and loud.”
― Dagoberto Gilb, The Magic of Blood