#moving

As a child I had dealt with a lot of loss and grief. I was constantly losing my parents, losing my home, constantly moving around, living with this stranger, that stepfather, or whatever. ↗

— Erin Gray

#child #constantly #dealt #grief #had

I kind of came to the conclusion after I did finally get married that love and relationships are just a series of horrific losses with hopefully one win. ↗

— Justin Halpern

#after #came #conclusion #did #finally

Having a dad in the service was helpful. I was forever meeting new kids, going to new schools, moving to new neighborhoods. I was encouraged when I attended the American School in Germany. ↗

— Marcia Gay Harden

#attended #dad #encouraged #forever #germany

If things had been different, she would be in Carolyn's place right now. She didn't want that sort of existence, but there was something so attractive about the security of feeling like you had stopped moving toward your life, and actually arrived. ↗

— J. Courtney Sullivan

#life #moving-forward #life

It's not a case of the glass being half full or half empty; more that we tipped a whole half-pint into an empty pint pot. I had to see how much was there, though, and now I know. ↗

— Nick Hornby

#life #moving-on #trying #life

Moving on is easy. It's staying moved on that's trickier. ↗

— Katerina Stoykova Klemer

#love #moving-on #relationships #love

I'm supposed to a man who never blows his composure A boy trapped in a war, forced to be a solider The weight of the world just put on top of my shoulders But if there's one thing I know for sure It's that my mind has had its exposure And my emotional turmoil has finally had its closure ↗

— Tommy Tran

#life #love #moving-forward #poetry #sad

I love you more than I ever thought possible to love someone, and tonight, tonight I'm going to take my time showing you just how much I love you...all night. ↗

— Erika Taylor

#love

The clock ticks; the taunting rhythm serving as a reminder that forward is the only way we can go. The mechanical heartbeat of the darkness, a cold ellipsis, punctuating years gone by. Arising unchained. No glorious hymn, just the steady beat of the illusion of time. We heal or we carry forward the weight of our wounds... To believe otherwise is the mendacity of desperation. Arising honestly. The miles behind are littered with the weight of nostalgia, but too many miles lay ahead us to carry the weight. In the end, even echoes fade away. Pen in hand... Arising to write the next chapter. (MU Articles 2013, Dedication to Joey) ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#forgetting-the-past #future #letting-go #life #love

By now it was clear that Howl was in a mood to produce green slime any second. Sophie hurriedly put her sewing away. "I'll make some hot buttered toast," she said. "Is that all you can do in the face of tragedy??" Howl asked. "Make toast! ↗

— Diana Wynne Jones

#howl #howl-s-moving-castle #sophie #tragedy