Sabrina Ward Harrison · 176 pages
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“I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got.”
“I have learned that trying again is important and decisivness is good.
I have learned that silence hurts.
I have learned about starting over
and releasing pride.”
“We are all carrying so many things in our life and inside ourselves. Often it feels there is no place to put them down. Where do you place the questions you carry”
“TRYING TO FILL THE empty SPACE
i don't know
if I will
ever understand
this Ache.
Perhaps it is
simpley and completely
Love and
what
HAPPENS.
at the end.
Loss
November 17, early morning”
“The truth is WE ALL ACHE.
WE ALL HAVE GROWING PAINS
and wonder if WE ARE
OKAY adn enough + loved.
THE THING IS - WE ARE.
REALLY.
WITHOUT the silver shoes
and lepord print sheet.
WE ARE ENOUGH WITHOUT
all the things we buy
to make us much more
than we are or need to be
we are simple
and complex
and rare
as is.”
“I have learned that frustration is allowed and talking it through
is necessary.”
“I feel quite lost INSIDE myself, like I'm looking for my train tracks for my life, as if they would just appear and solve the growing questions I seem to face (my reflection in the morning).”
“I have learned that trust comes and goes and love comes before hate. Elise age 10.”
“Driving to class with him. All I could
think about was
that it had been
three days
since I'd touched
his face
AND HE
SEEMED
so fine.
I said, to him "you seem like you didn't miss a beat."
He looked at me
and said
Sabrina, I've missed
so many beats, I've
MADE A RhytHM.”
“I have learned to take a bit more off
and rest a little deeper.”
“I have learned that I am enough...
I have learned that no one else can
LOVE ME - FOR ME.”
“Mom and I were walking onteh beach and I was explaining to her how I wantd to "GET OVER all my INSECURITIES" and "La La... La.."....
and she looked at me and said
"Sabrina, does anyone realy feel good about themselves for MORE than 5 minutes?"
We both laughed. I was releaved to know she felt that way becuae she seems SO graceful, calm and beautiful, which she is.. but also full of so much more. Auestions, doubts + WONDER.
I think that if we can aim for just five minutes a day of complete acceptance of ourselves, we are doing very well!”
“MUCKY
drawing
I AM FeeLing
completely
mucky today too.
everyone at school
seems so much tougher + pulled together
and not so emotionally involved.
I get so mad at MYSELF FOR
'caring so deeply' AND
'MAINTAINING' all this stuff
in me
that FEELS SO PATHectic.
I want to put my tHINKing
in HYBernation FOR A WHile.”
“If I had my life to live over, I’d try and make more mistakes next time. I would relax. I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I know of very few things I would take seriously. I would be crazier. I would be less hygienic. I would take more chances. I would take more trips. I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers and watch more sunsets. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones. You see, I am one of those people who live prophylactically and sanely and sensibly, hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I have had my moments and, if I had to do it over again, I’d have more of them. In fact, I’d try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead each day. I have been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat, and a parachute. If I had to do it over again, I would go places and do things and travel lighter than I have. If I had my life to live over, I would start bare-footed earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would play hooky more. I wouldn’t make such good grades except by accident. I would ride on more merry-go-rounds. I’d pick more daisies.”
“(“An eye for an eye,” Mac said at the squadron reunion. Until everyone was blind, Teddy wondered?)”
“I thought. I thought of the slow yellow autumn in the swamp and the high honey sun of spring and the eternal silence of the marshes, and the shivering light on them, and the whisper of the spartina and sweet grass in the wind and the little liquid splashes of who-knew-what secret creatures entering that strange old place of blood-warm half earth, half water. I thought of the song of all the birds that I knew, and the soft singsong of the coffee-skinned women who sold their coiled sweet-grass baskets in the market and on Meeting Street. I thought of the glittering sun on the morning harbor and the spicy, somehow oriental smells from the dark old shops, and the rioting flowers everywhere, heavy tropical and exotic. I thought of the clop of horses' feet on cobblestones and the soft, sulking, wallowing surf of Sullivan's Island in August, and the countless small vistas of grace and charm wherever the eye fell; a garden door, a peeling old wall, an entire symmetrical world caught in a windowpane. Charlestone simply could not manage to offend the eye. I thought of the candy colors of the old houses in the sunset, and the dark secret churchyards with their tumbled stones, and the puresweet bells of Saint Michael's in the Sunday morning stillness. I thought of my tottering piles of books in the study at Belleau and the nights before the fire when my father told me of stars and butterflies and voyages, and the silver music of mathematics. I thought of hot, milky sweet coffee in the mornings, and the old kitchen around me, and Aurelia's gold smile and quick hands and eyes rich with love for me.”
“Swimsuit competitions go against everything that is right and decent in this world. We're told that beauty is on the inside and that who we are matters far more than what we look like. But could you please just put on this bikini and walk around on high heels so I can judge your inner beauty?”
“he would abandon her. Just like all the other guys in her life.”
“Kat lifted her chin, her heart pounding. “And what do you feel for me?” Deep leaned down until they were almost close enough to kiss. Looking into her eyes, he murmured, “Nothing. I feel nothing for you.” Kat sucked in a breath. It felt like someone had punched her in the gut and she couldn’t get enough air. “Oh,” she whispered. Deep nodded and straightened up to his full height. “Are you satisfied now, sweetheart? Can I go?” “You can go, all right.” Tears of pain and rage filled Kat’s eyes but she blinked them back fiercely. “Go straight to Hell!” Deep winked at her. “I prefer the Unmated Males section. There are so many more…distractions there.” “I don’t care where you go—as long as you’re back in time for our trip tomorrow.” Kat kept her voice steady though she wanted to sob. “So we can go get this damn bond cut once and for all.” Deep grinned insolently. “I wouldn’t miss it.” He sauntered out of the bedroom and through the suite. Kat”
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