Top 46 Susan Fletcher Quotes
#1. He thinks he can see all her grief in her face, all her love and empty days.
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#2. What creatures we are. What powers are in us
in all of us. What we already know, if we choose to spend time with ourselves. What a deep love we can feel.
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#4. I've done so many bad things in my life but the stars always forgave me.
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#5. No war. Fight with your pen. Give your battle-cry in ink, and mark your dreams down on a page
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#8. We all have our demons to deal with, Little Pigeon. It's when we cherish them - cradle them to our breasts and feed them, day after day-that's when they curdle our souls.
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#9. Mostly, she sees the good in the world, the light where there is dark ... She sees beauty where we mostly pass it by. But tonight, she was heavy-hearted. I think sometimes she unfolds all her losses and stares at them, in the dark.
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#10. I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories which can lessen the pain at losing a person you have loved, and will always love. There are no rules, with loss.
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#11. They are two brothers whose language to each other is mostly the farm, and the weather, or sport, but it is rarely a language that talks of the past or of what they think and feel. They sit, like stones.
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#12. Sometimes we have so much to say, we cannot say it. Sometimes it's best we do not say goodbyes.
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#13. She had a theory that you should try to fill your life with people with wrinkles next to their eyes because it means they've got it right; they've lived and laughed ...
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#14. Love is blind, they say
but isn't it more that love makes us see too much? Isn't it more that love floods our brain with sights and sounds, so that everything looks bigger, brighter, more lovely than ever before?
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#15. Love is as varied and unpredictable as the rain is: it comes in constant summer drizzles, or sudden, unforseen storms that make rivers burst their banks and Cornish fishing boats rock and spill and lose their crew in the Atlantic.
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#16. It is an extraordinary world - full of love, grief, coincidence - and we shall never understand it. We should never try to. We should only be grateful for it. I reckon we should love, breathe, and say all will be well and believe it. And we should share our best stories, as often as we can.
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#17. We are the Magick
we are. The truest magick in this world is in us ... It is in our movements and in what we say and feel.
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#18. It is evening. The moon is small, and new. There are stars, and a stream's sound, and I can hear the wings of insects, in the dark. I think what gifts we are given, such gifts
every day.
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#19. She never choose anything except her husband, her motherhood and her trust in God. The rest of it was put upon her and she bears it and does her best.
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#20. But they fly. It is what fledged birds must do, and she's always known that. The nest can't always be full.
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#21. We carry them with us ... We breathe for them, sing for them soak up stories that they cannot hear. We think they would have loved this ...
And we smile for them, on their behalf.
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#22. God works as he chooses - we have our tests and He has His revelations
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#24. The only evil in the world is the one that lies in people - in their pride, and greed, and duty. Remember that.
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#25. Rona of the hurting heart. We've all had one of those. We have all picked at the seal of things that have been closed against us, and locked.
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#26. I trusted him like I trusted the sky to stay above my head
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#27. Grief is such a lonely thing. There is no-one in it with you - others may grieve for the same soul, but they do not grieve exactly for what you also grieve. No-one has lost precisely what you have lost. Not exactly, never exactly. We are in it alone.
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#28. The Highland way says it's who you say you love and who you serve, which is of worth. Not some title that is passed down upon you by tradition. That's the English way, and the Lowland way
but who can be born a nobleman? Nobility is earned ... 'Tis our choices that make us.
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#30. Kisses open doors, I've noticed. That one gesture can unlock secrets, ease open feelings. It can't be prevented
these kisses just are. It's how they work. They break into basements you never knew you had.
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#31. Grieving needs space, and it needs so much time. And it needs to be done; it cannot be trodden round or not looked in the eye.
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#32. Oh there is always sadness. Always grief. I have heard folks say this life could be all hardship and sorrow, if we let it be. If we let our hearts seal over.
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#33. Mr Phipps seemed to think criminality was passed down through the generations like a stutter, or a squint, or in my case red hair.
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#34. I have learnt that nothing stays the same. Today might seem the same as yesterday but no day ever is; we may want no changes to ever come, but changes do, in time. They cannot be helped; it is how the world turns.
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#35. Strange, what the heart can bear. It can carry grief beyond measure. It can bear a weight that is too great to speak of. But a heart can't bear the world. It has its limits ...
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#36. There are some stories that you don't tell aloud, that you make up and tell silently to yourself.
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#37. It takes so little ... to lose it; grief and disappointment can takes one's faith away so easily that you might wake one morning and have none left.
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#38. If you let words go buzzing out of your mouth like bees, she always told me, they will come back and sting you.
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#39. Isn't it the rarest thing? Never mind the whale migrations, or total eclipses of suns and moons: love that lasts, and is returned in equal measure, is the rarest thing she knows of.
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#40. I believe the world is as we choose to view it. Simple as that. Our happiness is, in the end, up to us, and to no one else.
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#41. No trains. No traffic noise. At night, my mother's old bedroom was so dark I couldn't tell if I'd shut my eyes or not.
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#42. But maybe the best thing I learnt was this: that we cannot know a person's soul and nature until we've sat beside them, and talked.
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#43. We have our stories, and we speak of them, and weave them into other people's stories - that's how it goes, does it not?
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#44. This is the place. I was certain. For the heart knows its home when it finds it, and on finding it, stays there.
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#45. Imagine it. Use all your strength and imagine it exactly. And it will happen that way.
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#46. But Cora said all people bury what it is they fear
so it cannot hurt them. So it is kept from them, locked up in the earth or in the sea.
Does it work? I asked her. Burying a feared thing?
She pursed her lips. Maybe. If it done justly, and with an honest, hopeful heart ...
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