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 More Quotes by Beth Kephart More Quotes From 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 breathing bad hair day kind of person. Beth Kephart breathing steps hair Throughout our lives friends enclose us like pairs of parentheses. They shift our boundaries; crater our terrain. They fume through the cracks of our tentative houses and parts of them always remain. Friendship asks the truth and wants the truth, hollows and fills, ages with us, and we through it. It cradles us like family. It is ecology and mystery and language - all three. Our grown-up friendships - especially the really meaningful ones- model for our children what we want them to have throughout their lives. Beth Kephart meaningful friendship children I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way. Beth Kephart friends different believe Words are the weights which hold our history in place. Beth Kephart weight Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you. Beth Kephart i-love-you falling-in-love tree We grow too old to lose old friends. Beth Kephart loses grows old-friends In high school, my desire for friendship far outweighed my talent for it. Beth Kephart high-school desire school 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 hope you will see, what hasn’t been that might be. Beth Kephart stars moon dark Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other. Beth Kephart chance stories giving Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors. Beth Kephart honor heart numbers You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you. Beth Kephart my-love-for-you goes-on rivers 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. Beth Kephart mother heart beach 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 apology lasts mean
