S.L. Northey Quotes & Sayings

It is how we grieve, that travels us into healthy recovery states — S.L. Northey

I know it's me that needs this moment. Your hand to hold my heart still cares. A thought I will hold when I wake in the morning, when I turn to you and you're not there. — S.L. Northey

To stand firm in the condition of loss, is to understand where we are in the process — S.L. Northey

I walk among bodies still in the sand, People and that something they die for — S.L. Northey

Hope is the most beautiful of our human flaws — S.L. Northey

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

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. — S.L. Northey

How this life speeds right by, the odometer forgetting how fast it sped. Grinding the foot and pressing the metal, not counting road side markers ahead — S.L. Northey

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 — S.L. Northey

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 — S.L. Northey

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

It's what you don't say, I hear the loudest — S.L. Northey

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 — S.L. Northey

Adversity are the lemons nobody wanted, but without them we would still be in a cave pounding rocks — S.L. Northey

Most epiphanies happen after great loss or tragedy. The soul is equipped to deal with dynamic events because of its elastic quality. Energy is mutable, it can change its presence, but not its tone. — S.L. Northey

It is the abstract wisdom of the soul, that understands the abstract nature of grief — S.L. Northey

All this life is let to chance, where are the buoys of its tender love — S.L. Northey

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

The loss of one's self is the hardest to bear — S.L. Northey

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

Man sees what he knows, not what he sees

Short story, The Mallard — S.L. Northey