Allison

“What an amazing gift, not only to feel like a complete human, but to be seen as one. When I look at the bizarre arrangement of things that had to align for me to be where I am today, it doesn't seem like the purpose was to have a career or gain followers. It seems like all of these forces made it possible for me to find you. As you are right now. Where you are right now. And for you to find me. Because I think we might need one another.”
― Carvell Wallace, Another Word for Love: A Memoir

“One impact of a society that gives some people an unquestioned right to all the resources and power is that it creates out of those people a population who cannot understand the sheer and simple love of being alive, the love of gratitude, the love of satisfaction and serenity. Everything is too little for them. The world is never enough. There is not enough action. The mere act of being is not meaningful for them. It never can be.

Sometimes I think our society will be forever lost until we are no longer ruled by people who feel this way. Or until they, too, lose enough to be grateful for the mere fact of being. That may be painful. That may be right.”
― Carvell Wallace, Another Word for Love: A Memoir

“If you are a man, if you have hurt a woman, and you most definitely have, I want you to lean in very closely and listen very carefully to the following words: You can never be free. Apology is not enough. Healing is not enough. Time is not enough. What you can do is never enough because what you have done is bigger than you will ever be. The closest you may come is to turn yourself over and over and over again to the honest, divine, and wholly annihilating practice of love.”
― Carvell Wallace, Another Word for Love: A Memoir

“It all makes me think of how fragile we are. Which is good news. This means that everything that we've created can crumble. The police. The governments. The tanks and rockets. The systems, the hierarchies, the caste made upon sand, violence, the murders. In bedrooms and schoolrooms, on playgrounds, in grocery stores, in deserts, and alleyways, and homes, and offices. All of it can crumble. All of it can be reborn. It must. We must. This is another way of saying love.”
― Carvell Wallace, Another Word for Love: A Memoir