“Was she strong enough to be able to recover from it, or did something break in her that day? Did the impact of that fleeting encounter knock her so hard that she was irreparably damaged? Can a broken heart be real?”
Source: The Dressmaker's Gift
“Claire felt a change happening within herself as well. Her heart had begun to mend – as hearts will do if they are given enough exposure to time and the kindness of good friends – and as it mended, it transformed into something new. The hard lesson that she’d learned had forced her to reflect on the person she really was, and on the person she wanted to be, and she discovered a new core of resolve within herself.”
Source: The Dressmaker's Gift
“I've ruined it. I've proven to myself what I've always feared, that I am too damaged to be loved. I'm not strong enough for this.”
Source: The Dressmaker's Gift
“Claire and Vivi showed how much the human spirit can endure: brutality, cruelty, inhumanity – all of these can be borne. It is the loss of those you love that is unbearable.”
Source: The Dressmaker's Gift
“Those impenetrable walls of iron and ice, those unyielding pillars of resilence and strength, those unbending shoulders of steel that held up the world. Crumbling, tumbling, tearing down. With every drop that fell like shards of glass and ice, unto the timber floor”
Source: Mist Bound: How to Glue Back Grandpa
“Only two months. The memories of fireflies and swimming naked in the waterfall did nothing but make very fine and long incisions in the membrane of contentedness I’d built up over the years—a good home, a successful career, kind neighbors, a few great relationships. A wasted life.”
Source: The History of Sound
“Honor He Wrote Sonnet 19
From error to error, we'll correct our errors.
From failure to failure, we shall rise high.
From despair to despair, our fears disappear.
From scar to scar, our heart learns to fly.
From one jinx to another, we become destiny.
From darkness to darkness, we become light.
One wound to another, we become the cure.
From one loss to another, we understand life.
Dust bite after dust bite, all dust become ointment.
One lost road after another, we draw a new map.
Teardrops upon teardrops, all tears turn elixir.
One screw-up after another, we learn to grow up.
One heartbreak to another, we become the healer.
Bearing crisis upon crisis, we shall rise as creator.”
Source: Honor He Wrote: 100 Sonnets For Humans Not Vegetables
“I should have known
that when I poured myself
into your broken shell,
you’d leak me out;
Leaving you still broken,
and me empty.”
Source: The Ghost of You
“The cold wind whips
biting into bare skin
better to feel numb from the cold
than numb from within
- Waves”
Source: The Ghost of You
“No man is crushed by misfortune unless he has first been deceived by prosperity”
Source: Dialogues and Letters