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“Remember what you are made of the next time you think you are bulletproof. You are white bone and silken flesh; your heart is made of gold and glass. Stop trying to make yourself indestructible – like any soft creature it is in your nature to break, like any soft creature it is in your nature to heal.”
― Seeds Planted in Concrete
― Seeds Planted in Concrete
“Never forget that human beings are more than just the framework of their bodies, that they are the summation of a thousand invisible parts, moments. People come to us brimming with hope, and fear. When we truly connect with that, we turn them from ordinary strangers, into layers of rich history, just waiting to be discovered.”
― Seeds Planted in Concrete
― Seeds Planted in Concrete
“I'm angry because you think everything happened by chance but there are billions of people on this planet and I found you so if you're saying I could just as well have found someone else then I can't bear your bloody mathematics!" Her fists had been clenched. He stood there looking at her for several minutes. Then he said that he loved her. It was the first time. They never stopped arguing and they never slept apart; he spent an entire working life calculating probabilities and she was the most improbable person he ever met. She turned him upside-down.”
― And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer
― And Every Morning the Way Home Gets Longer and Longer
“If every form of nature looked the same we wouldn’t marvel in its beauty. If every mountain overlooked a parallel scene, if every flower bloomed in uninspired ways, the Earth would not steal us of our breath. Use this as a lesson. Your eyes, your hands, your marvelous smile – those are all your unique contribution to the matchless beauty of nature. You are a stunning rarity; you don’t need to be fixed.”
― Seeds Planted in Concrete
― Seeds Planted in Concrete
“Take your life back from what broke you. The past is meant to etch lessons into our bones, yet we huddle ourselves within the warmth of its familiarity, we cradle our bodies within its weighted grips because we allow for what broke us to build us. Promise me that you will never again run back to what cracked you, what fractured your heart, your mind, your soul. Promise me that you will no longer hand yourself over to the man or the woman who loved you like poison, that you will no longer give life to the experiences that haunt you like ghosts. Promise me that you will find what it is that will grow within you like wildfire and plant it within the depths of your scars. You will mend. Allow yourself to.”
― Seeds Planted in Concrete
― Seeds Planted in Concrete
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