Megan

“I myself have withered like the winter tree before blossoming anew. In all that time and chaos, I knew sorrow and elation, but I was never 'fine'. I submerged myself completely in the pain and in the pleasure.”
― Madeleine Roux, A Moment in Verse

“A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden or, Life in the Woods

“(T)he world is full of people busily making things into how they think the world ought to be, and burning huge parts of it to the ground, utterly and accidentally destroying things in the process without even knowing they are doing so. And that any of us might be doing that without knowing it, any of us, all the time.”
― Helen Macdonald, Vesper Flights

“She realized that the stains on the pot—like the scratches on her records, the dent on the kitchen floor where she dropped a skate, and the lines on her face—they all added up to the same thing: her life. They said, in their own way, the only thing that any of us can say, the only thing that is worth saying: I passed this way. I was here.”
― Stuart McLean