Nothing erodes [a mother's love]. It is not sand on a beach. It is the nuclear heart of things-hard as the rock of this earth.
I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way. - Beth Kephart
I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.
- Beth Kephart
Here’s another change I’ve noticed: The dark is more than the sun dropping off, more than the moon and the stars. It’s what you can’t see that you ho… - Beth Kephart
Here’s another change I’ve noticed: The dark is more than the sun dropping off, more than the moon and the stars. It’s what you can’t see that you ho…
How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment? - Beth Kephart
How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?
Step out from behind the words. When you're a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they're not. You are this living b… - Beth Kephart
Step out from behind the words. When you're a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they're not. You are this living b…
We grow too old to lose old friends. - Beth Kephart
We grow too old to lose old friends.
Imagine music gushing down the hollow places in your bones, and making you liquid, and giving you speed. Imagine music turning your body into a song. - Beth Kephart
Imagine music gushing down the hollow places in your bones, and making you liquid, and giving you speed. Imagine music turning your body into a song.
You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you. - Beth Kephart
You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you.
Throughout our lives friends enclose us like pairs of parentheses. They shift our boundaries; crater our terrain. They fume through the cracks of our… - Beth Kephart
Throughout our lives friends enclose us like pairs of parentheses. They shift our boundaries; crater our terrain. They fume through the cracks of our…
Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors. - Beth Kephart
Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.
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