Feels like I'm shouting into the wilderness with these posts now . . . talking to no one . . . maybe this label group of ever shade has run its course (see here), but I saw a few more that hit me.
Molly writes:
All I want is peace and sweep me off my feet chemistry.
Fuck! Why is it that hard?
My colleague, Anne, and I were on a team recently, and she brought up a great line from our book. She wrote that we as students writing our dissertation need to write from the “outset of their study.”
Although I was not struck by that particular line and page as Anne was saying, but I will say that I have heard similar advice from many people in my journey so far. The most prescient being "write a little everyday." I might not be following that to a "T" just yet, but I am "moving forward every week."
I ran across a silly movie that I watched on a plane years ago. It's a Matt Damon and Emily Blunt vehicle, and honestly, I don't know how it got made. The writing is pretty standard, the story is silly, the scope is limited. The acting is good, but that's because it has so many good actors in it.
At the end of the Adjustment Bureau the two main characters who are in love have to risk their lives and their futures for each other and there's potentially wonderfully soliloquy on the verge of being delivered. It doesn't come. Instead there is a humdrum couple of lines about risk and love.
We are doing alot of reading and critical reading for class lately. Although there are no specific outside texts that I use when I think about critical reading and critical analysis, but I took to heart something that our professor said at the beginning of the class.
I saw a few more to add to this list of great lines et al.
Your heart is the hardest thing to convince when it's time to let someone go.
As anyone who reads this blog will know, I love reposting content that hits me deeply in my soul from a Twitter user I follow (see more HERE)
Today's are poignant and powerful as well.
First from Skywatcher is this one on ghosts:
Some people, although living and breathing, must remain ghosts, unreachable, by their own choosing.
As you all know I glommed onto a Twitter account with some terrific, and poetic content, (see more of it HERE) that every now and then I like to repost and share because some of them hit me.
I can't save you. I don't even want to. I spend and inordinate amount of energy just to be able to function in this dysfunctional world. If you can't meet me half way then we have nothing. I won't let you drown both of us.
This next one, from Jess, is simple, straightforward, and powerful as well:
Silence screams the loudest answers.
Evershade, evershades, ever shade, ever shades, shades of Betsy
Several on soulmates today.
I saw one that caught my eye by Jasmine. She wrote:
Soulmates always find each other.
I agreed. Or I like to think I do. But it made This is Fine write:
Do soulmates even exist?
I've been posting lately to the Ever Shades label (see here) and really it's become a holding place for all those little bon mots that I can't put anywhere else.
You cannot change them by loving them harder.
Too true. Sometimes you love them by leaving them alone. Maybe they come back. Often they don't.
