Edward Fahey Quotes & Sayings

Life is about trying to find our ways back to our one shared soul. When we're looking out at the stars, we're looking into ourselves. — Edward Fahey

Some folks live lives that are complete and total shit. But that's all they know, so it's home for them. They can't see things being any different, so don't mess with what they got going. Pile it on; they can take it.
What they can't see, because they don't want to, is that things could get better; they could step out of it. It wouldn't take much more than just seeing they can.
But that's scary, 'cause it's so unreliable. They can always count on shit coming at them; but is hope always gonna be there when they need it? — Edward Fahey

I keep being told that my writing is getting better and better. - Now, at first I am thrilled by that, but then I think, Isn't everybody's? Do some authors grow cozy with their own style, and stay there?
I think of writing fiction as an art form. As such, it's a constant exploration of new and developing ideas. If any of my books were much like my others, I don't think I'd even bother to write them. — Edward Fahey

There comes a hush between darkness and day.
Like expectation of a caress.
A murmur of silence.
Tree crests peeked down at Paulette through slowly lifting fog. Bark felt around for its texture again. Morning gathered and drifted through mere hints; through vague hopeful nuances of 'Just maybe'.
- From "The Gardens of Ailana" handbook for healers & mystics — Edward Fahey

It was a dense, moldering night, smelling of damp old basements and times best left unstirred. — Edward Fahey

In pain and loss, we can find either meaning, or hopelessness. The choice is ours.
How we see things, how we interpret them, how we emotionally react;
these call more of the same into our lives.
We build a world for ourselves out of what we believe.
And how we choose to respond.
Whether we let it take us under,
or rise to meet it.
- From "The Soul Hides in Shadows", a novel by Edward Fahey — Edward Fahey

Broken hearts show us we've grown out of one stage, by ripping us wide open for the next.
We're forced to choose what we do with all that pain: turn it against ourselves, aim it at someone else, or tap all that power and reach higher. — Edward Fahey

Some guarded their children when they saw me, as though congenital defects and loneliness were contagious, even at a distance and through glass. — Edward Fahey

Darkness crept through. Shadows pried at doors, teased dull edges of recollections that never quite took hold. Memories that would have shriveled under the blinding sun of daylight. And reason. — Edward Fahey

It is so hard to think 'was' about your mom. — Edward Fahey

Let go of the past.
Open to forever.
Hearts can heal.
Inside them is that which can never be broken. — Edward Fahey

I'd gone out into the world, intricately lacing distractions and busywork around the long-gnawing emptiness, only to find I'd merely embellished rather than hidden it. — Edward Fahey

Sometimes I wish I could feel more pain
so I could touch that much more beauty. — Edward Fahey

Something had gone horribly wrong at my birth, so my father would never have his little soldier, Mom would never have her home filled with tiny scampering joy, and we each clutched our guilt very privately. — Edward Fahey

The diaphanous gown of the Milky Way shifted through scattered stars and all wishes made upon them. It gathered its silky folds as her eyes adjusted to darkness through spasms of beauty and joy.
Florescent mists wandered the shadows, brushing trees softly with moon glow. — Edward Fahey

As so often happens in my strange writing process, after weeks of distraction; of not thinking about the book at all; yesterday I started writing before the sun was up, or coffee was made. Whipped out a whole chapter of probably six or seven separate scenes in less than two hours. Now today, the whole story has slipped into a deeper level of knowing and connections than has (as far as I know, anyway) ever really been written about before. This is much as my experience was with Ailana, when I kept slipping into deeper and deeper gears. Bringing forth insights I myself had never learned or suspected. — Edward Fahey

You have become what you are through countless lives and lessons. There is something you can offer others; if only working on your self-discipline, fighting your own baser urges.
Do that then. Do what is offered. Learn and grow as you can.
That in itself is service. — Edward Fahey

The emptiness of one's days
can be seen as utterly hopeless
or as ripe with potential. — Edward Fahey

Grief is a closing that leads to an opening just exactly when you really don't want one. — Edward Fahey

Sometimes everything inside us must be torn apart. Only then can we sort through to what is truly worth keeping. — Edward Fahey

I miss you so much in these wee morning hours,
when the depth of the night sets my spirit free.
When the forest is dark, and there doesn't have to be anything in the world
but the beauty I pull out of it.
I miss you throughout the day,
as I come across glories and wonders that could easily overwhelm me,
but just dull because you're not here to enjoy them. — Edward Fahey

Forgiveness doesn't make one person better, or the other guy smaller. Forgiving is just letting go. It's turning back toward being what we really are. — Edward Fahey