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

Categorized in : Children Friendship Meaningful

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.

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I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.

friends different believe

Words are the weights which hold our history in place. by Beth Kephart

Words are the weights which hold our history in place.

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.

i-love-you falling-in-love tree

We grow too old to lose old friends. by Beth Kephart

We grow too old to lose old friends.

loses grows old-friends

In high school, my desire for friendship far outweighed my talent... by Beth Kephart

In high school, my desire for friendship far outweighed my talent for it.

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.

stars moon dark

Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chanc... by Beth Kephart

Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.

chance stories giving

Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the hear... by Beth Kephart

Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.

honor heart numbers

You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you. by Beth Kephart

You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you.

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.

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How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?

apology lasts mean

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.

body song giving