S.L. Northey Quotes

Energy in expression is silent. The knowing of what no words can say. A chasm of gravity could ever hold,; Weightless, it is part of all living things

Life when it ends is still alive, memories are the celebration of what it meant. Grieving is that part, our soul, that can't easily say goodbye

It is how we grieve, that travels us into healthy recovery states

It takes a heart of a barren landscape, the place where silence makes its home.

Hope is the most beautiful of our human flaws

All this life is let to chance, where are the buoys of its tender love

It's what you don't say, I hear the loudest

When someone dies but love remains, it like a star you can never touch. All its beauty remains so real; in the end, you would never wish it away.

The loss of one's self is the hardest to bear

To stand firm in the condition of loss, is to understand where we are in the process

Broken wings don't mend that way; the way you think broken wings do. Once that wing has taken time to mend; that bird has forgotten how to fly

Hide the scars, let us pretend. If you burry deep enough, no one can find them.

I walk among bodies still in the sand, People and that something they die for

Adversity are the lemons nobody wanted, but without them we would still be in a cave pounding rocks

It is the abstract wisdom of the soul, that understands the abstract nature of grief

Dogs look at you with both eyes open. Emotions on a sleeve, that wagging tail

Man sees what he knows, not what he sees

Short story, The Mallard

I slip away into the night, I won't have much to take. Only the story of this life, with you, I leave behind