Jessica Brockmole Quotes

#1. Me - the poet - lost for words.

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#2. As tired as I am, Sue, my dreams are always of you.

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#3. ... that a letter isn't always just a letter. Words on page can drench the soul.

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#4. If I wasn't certain you were bigger than my thumb, I should've guessed your dress was fashioned from rose petals and spiders' web.

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#5. You need to decide if you want to be on the ferry when it sets off or if you are happier back on the sturdy pier.

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#6. Words on the page can drench the soul.

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#7. I know that you are not a man content to wait behind and just watch as the ferry chugs away. But perhaps this isn't your boat. Perhaps it doesn't sail where you want to go. You'll make the right decision. I think you already know what it is. E

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#8. You're my breath, my light, the one my heart flies towards.

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#9. A book is like a garden carried in the pocket.

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#10. Perhaps this isn't your boat. Perhaps it doesn't sail where you want to go.

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#11. You glided over to me and, as I was struggling to think of something intelligent to say, you said "There you are". I often think of that, Sue. Here I am. No matter where I am in the world, "Here I am".

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#12. Don't let me go off to the front without having touched you for the first time, without having heard your voice say my name. Don't let me go off to the front without a memory of you in my heart.

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#13. Pedagogy and Equality are always trumped by Maternity.

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#14. I think all of the experience in the world couldn't prepare someone for the very first time they are with a person they love.

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#15. If you knew how it feels to run after someone for a brief snatch of time, how the world stops spinning, just for a moment, when you hold them in your arms, and then starts again so fast that you fall to the ground, dizzy. If you knew how every hello hurts more than a hundred goodbyes.

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#16. You of all people, who seem to know things about me before I myself do. You know this is right.

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#17. The very sound of our voices was so odd. So banal. I confess I couldn't wait to get back to my notepaper and pen to tell you how I felt.

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#18. Let me hold you a little while longer.

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#19. It is marvelous to see the raw play of emotions on the face of a child. No trying to conceal any feeling or disguise one emotion as something else.

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