Olivia Thomas

“God help us to live slowly:
To move simply:
To look softly:
To allow emptiness:
To let the heart create for us.
Amen.”
― Michael Leunig

“We struggle, we grow weary, we grow tired. We are exhausted, we are distressed, we despair. We give up, we fall down, we let go. We cry, we are empty, we grown calm. We are ready. We wait quietly.
A small shy truth arrives. Arrives from without and within. Arrives and is born. Simple, steady, clear. Like a mirror, like a bell, like a flame. Like rain in summer. A precious truth arrives and is born within us. Within our emptiness.
We accept it, we observe it, we absorb it. We surrender to our bare truth. We are nourished, we are changed. We are blessed. We rise up. For this we give thanks.
"Short NotesS From The Long History Of Happiness”
― Michael Leunig

“I married a damned cereal killer”
― Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Nobody's Baby But Mine

“Fred looked at me grimly. "It's not right," he said. "It is," I Said. "What's right and what's permitted are sometimes different things.”
― Kimberly Brubaker Bradley, The War I Finally Won