Rachel Thompson Quotes & Sayings

In a surreal gift from the universe, time both stands still and flies past you in that singular moment when you find out someone you once loved is gone. — Rachel Thompson

Every chick in a long-term relationship will agree that men have selective hearing. — Rachel Thompson

She wondered If I had woken up, would I have smelled his sadness, his desperation, and his detachment?
His death, her breath.
He told her once, she remembers, these two words have no other rhyme but each other.
If she could go back, she thinks
She would open her eyes, instead of her heart. — Rachel Thompson

You used words, discarding them meaninglessly, without thinking, whereas I thought they held meaning. I found what you will never see: that my love resides on the other side of words. - Broken Places — Rachel Thompson

I only wish I'd known night would fall on our tomorrows. — Rachel Thompson

I own my fear, but my fear does not own me. — Rachel Thompson

PAIN, NOT UNLIKE CLAY, stretches and molds us into someone we never knew existed. There's beauty in that. Beauty most people can't, don't want to, or are afraid to see. Every scar we carry, physical or emotional, is unique. Nobody's pain feels exactly the same because I can't experience what you have. — Rachel Thompson

Silence is one of worst, most vocal enemies, yet people go through many bouts of depression not sharing what is happening. People don't understand that, but as someone who suffers from it, I can tell you that it's difficult to be objective about the gray.
I described depression to my therapist as a misty fog that surrounds me, heavy on my shoulders, pervading everything and nothing at all. I liken depression to a bird stealing into the depths of your soul, pecking at your disposition until nothing is left.
And that is when you break into pieces. — Rachel Thompson

But here's my secret, what I think has gotten my husband and I through over twenty years, my sister through almost thirty, and my folks through almost over fifty: humor. We laugh at ourselves, each other, at pretty much everything. — Rachel Thompson

When he pulled out his gun weighted with a meaning I couldn't quite comprehend, placing it silently in my hand, I understood that my words didn't matter to a man intent on speaking the language of the unforgiven. — Rachel Thompson

Writers are always alone, even in a room bursting with noises of the familiar. — Rachel Thompson

I hear the beating of the waves you carry in your chest
That simple and that profound
This love that binds us
Folded in pieces inside love's soul. — Rachel Thompson

Like a butterfly in glass, I want to fly away to you but the invisible walls contain me. It's not time.
Hard to accept when I feel your words calling to me.
Your soul beckoning me with its pull.
Come to me, you say in one breath; stay, you say in another.
I taste your lips on mine and pray I make my way to you
As a butterfly chases its freedom.
So will I. — Rachel Thompson

This is a book about fracture. About the experiences that make up a life. About the pieces of me.
Delving into naked emotion is a terrifying proposition. Digging into our souls to look for answers that may not be there is a ledge most of us avoid.
And yet, here I am. — Rachel Thompson

We look at your eyes. The eyes carry the wounds. The eyes know damage. Damaged people recognize other damaged people, and we let you in. We are kindred. - Broken Places — Rachel Thompson

My world, created by glass and flame in the birth of your heat, implodes inside the shadowed walls of my heart.
I swallowed the shards you gave me, your eyes on mine.
Nothing is easy.
I wait, feeling your hands holding the shattered pieces of my soul together in the molten, darkest recesses of the heart you claimed, unwilling to give up.
I am inside you, waiting to come out. — Rachel Thompson

Men are fixers. They see women crying so they bring in their toolbox and follow Steps 1, 2, 3, and 4 to make it better. Yet they can't understand why there are no directions on the Internet for Dealing with a Crying Female and even if there were, why they're not working, dammit! And, finally, why scratching their balls while staring at us helplessly isn't helping matters. — Rachel Thompson

Survivors create survival mechanisms. Mine is pushing through. I push everything to the side, out of my line of vision, out of my mind and I focus relentlessly on my goal. Not sure what you'd call it, but who cares? I'm a fighter and that's enough. I live each day happy to wake up each morning to my children's bright eyes and warm cheeks. If pushing through gives me more days with the family I've created, with my writing, with my loves - fine by me. Call it what you want. I call it living. -Broken Places — Rachel Thompson

Women have rooms inside of us men cannot fathom.
It's where we store the depths of the hurt we've been dealt.
Where we store the deep love we never want to lose. — Rachel Thompson

Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, 'til all I have left are meaningless letters pushing fire through my veins. Words can draw blood if you're very, very careful. - Broken Places — Rachel Thompson

I've traveled this road for many decades and I still don't know how to go. I am a wanderer, traversing mountains of time. There is no fault, only fault lines that tremor and quake, barring me, no warning. Aftershocks. -Broken Places — Rachel Thompson

Some events are so harrowing, they either shape who we become or we move past them. They either break us entirely, or we pick up the pieces and put ourselves back together, altered but not shattered. — Rachel Thompson