Corinne Rodrigues

“Grief, I believe, is cumulative—each experience of loss shaping the size and scope of the next, each loss holding reverberations of the losses a person has experienced over a lifetime. The pain of grief is real, but it’s also an echo and an aftershock, the spirits of past emotions”
― Meg Donohue, Dog Crazy

“One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better.”
― Annie Dillard, The Writing Life

“Sometimes love does that—it presents itself cloaked in something darker, in odd shapes, in tears and groans and messes, because just like the rest of us, love is afraid to be itself. Sometimes to catch love, you have to hold it to the ground, strip it down, wash the dirt away, and wait. But love will eventually surface to breathe. Most of the time.”
― Rebekah Crane, Postcards for a Songbird

“My problem with handstands is that I can’t get the courage to jump. I don’t trust what will happen when I let go. I don’t trust myself to handle it. To toss the world upside down by choice. To let the pieces fall away until I’m stripped down to my core.”
― Rebekah Crane, Postcards for a Songbird