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Quote of the Week: On Grief

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“On grief: I hope you know it is okay if your strength looks a little different in this season. I hope you know that the fire inside of you is still there, even if it burns quietly, and gently, as candles do on windowsills. I hope you know that it is okay to not feel the same and to notice all of the things that have changed, because all of this, absolutely all of this is very real. I hope you also know that even in the rush of it all, there is time and grace to heal. There is time to take your time here, seeking peace beyond understanding, even if you do not feel you are all the way there yet. Breath after breath, depth into depth, the steps that you take not only matter, but they reveal the quiet strength that has been in you all along, and has been growing ever since. “— Morgan Harper Nichols

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Quote of the Week

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“Teach your daughters and sisters that it is okay to be alone, that the existence of a relationship does not make them whole.
Don’t shame your friends for wanting to be alone/being single. Relationships entered with these unhealthy mindsets will most likely be unhealthy and unfulfilling.” From Black Geisha

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“Your first mistake was loving someone who doesn’t know what love really is. It was giving them the power to ruin you, giving them enough strength to crush your soul with two fingers, and even worse, a few words. your second mistake was telling them how much you need them, how your soul longed for something like this, how you can’t imagine long nights without them. Your third mistake was falling too fast for the idea of who they were, the soft hints of hate you missed in their words, the points of concern you should’ve noticed. Your fourth mistake loved them more. Loving each little bruise and bone, being convinced each scar had a story, even when it didn’t. Connecting the freckles on their back into constellations and secretly wishing this would last forever, baby no, you can’t wish on stars that aren’t bright. and they, they were always dark and dull. they looked at you with bored eyes, you were convinced they were only ever tired. they held you with careless, clumsy, arms. Arms that never shook from holding on too tight, you kissed with motionless lips, slept with a body and no soul. But, it’s not your fault. It’s easy to fall for an idea, especially when it’s got big brown eyes and a heartbeat that sounds like your favorite song.” -Isabel C., Four

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Quote of the Week

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The culture doesn’t encourage you to think about such things until you’re about to die. We’re so wrapped up with egoistical things, career, family, having enough money, meeting the mortgage, getting a new car, fixing the radiator when it breaks. We’re involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going. So we don’t get into the habit of standing back and looking at our lives and saying, Is this all? Is this all I want? Is something missing?-Morrie Schwartzt

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“I’m here to love you, not to hold your hand. I’ll tell you’re beautiful because you are, not because you need to hear it to feel it. I’ll hold you when the north wind blows because I like to my arms around you, not because I have to be afraid of the gust shattering your bones. I’ll kiss you because it feels like lightning, not because you need my lips to breathe. Don’t miss understand, I will always stand with you and fight for you and remind you of the perfection I see in your every move. I just won’t let you rely on me, I would never be that cruel.”  A.O.A.M -I’m Here To Love You

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“ Free love? As if love is anything but free! Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the world have failed to buy love. Man has subdued bodies, but all the power on earth has been unable to subdue love. Man has conquered whole nations, but all his armies could not conquer love. Man has chained and fettered the spirit, but he has been utterly helpless before love. High on a throne, with all the splendor and pomp his gold can command, man is yet poor and desolate, if love passes him by. And if it stays, the poorest hovel is radiant with warmth, with life and color. Thus love has the magic power to make of a beggar a king. Yes, love is free; it can dwell in no other atmosphere. In freedom it gives itself unreservedly, abundantly, completely. All the laws on the statutes, all the courts in the universe, cannot tear it from the soil, once love has taken root.” Emma Goldman

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