S.L. Northey Quotes & Sayings
Enjoy the top 21 famous quotes, sayings and quotations by S.L. Northey.
Famous Quotes By 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
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
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