My father and I, we can't soothe each other. I'm too young, he's too old, and we don't know how to talk anymore if we ever did
Sometimes, a flame can be utterly extinguished. Sometimes, a flame can shrink and waver, but sometimes a flame refuses to go out. It flares up from t… - Karen Hesse
Sometimes, a flame can be utterly extinguished. Sometimes, a flame can shrink and waver, but sometimes a flame refuses to go out. It flares up from t…
- Karen Hesse
Now Livie's gone west, out of the dust, on her way to California, where the wind takes a rest sometimes. And I'm wondering what kind of friend I am, … - Karen Hesse
Now Livie's gone west, out of the dust, on her way to California, where the wind takes a rest sometimes. And I'm wondering what kind of friend I am, …
And I know now that all the time I was trying to get out of the dust, the fact is, what I am, I am because of the dust. And what I am is good enough.… - Karen Hesse
And I know now that all the time I was trying to get out of the dust, the fact is, what I am, I am because of the dust. And what I am is good enough.…
My father and I, we can't soothe each other. I'm too young, he's too old, and we don't know how to talk anymore if we ever did - Karen Hesse
When Ma died, I didn't know how to go on, either. I don't know how. I don't feel the same know, not exactly. Now that I see that one day comes after … - Karen Hesse
When Ma died, I didn't know how to go on, either. I don't know how. I don't feel the same know, not exactly. Now that I see that one day comes after …
As long as you live, it is never too late to make amends. Take my advice, child. Don't waste your precious life with regrets and sorrow. Find a way t… - Karen Hesse
As long as you live, it is never too late to make amends. Take my advice, child. Don't waste your precious life with regrets and sorrow. Find a way t…
I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of… - Karen Hesse
I don't know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of…
I hear the first drops. Like the tapping of a stranger at the door of a dream, the rain changes everything. - Karen Hesse
I hear the first drops. Like the tapping of a stranger at the door of a dream, the rain changes everything.
The work of one author or artist may stimulate another author or artist to push the edge, to take the risk, to go where the field hasn't gone before.… - Karen Hesse
The work of one author or artist may stimulate another author or artist to push the edge, to take the risk, to go where the field hasn't gone before.…
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