30 Quotes by Emma Raveling

In music, she'd found a perfect language, a way of expressing the inexpressible.

I could stand alone because I knew I was not alone.

Love was as flawed and terrible and beautiful as we were. To be alive meant looking for it in ourselves and in others, an imperfection searching for an impossible perfection.Because in that journey was where truth resided.Love wasn’t about being held. It was about being freed.

Losing beauty was easy.Overlooking it, forgetting it, hardening yourself so much you could no longer be surprised or overwhelmed by it.I pulled back, taking in the strong line of his jaw, the sharp edge of cheekbone and the skin now warm from the rising sun. The trick was in holding on to it. Protecting it.

We used numbers and rigid systems to fit time into containers we could understand.But like Nexa said, it was immeasurable. A fluid river no logical structure could hold.A moment could have the power of years. And years could pass in a moment.The only thing that forever remained true about time was it never stopped moving forward.

Some deaths were long, the decay so gradual the rotted end was nothing more than a sigh disappearing in the wind.Others were quick, the abrupt cut of a life in mid-phrase leaving unanswered questions lingering like an unresolved harmony.

Mortals search for what they are unable to give, what they lack within themselves.

Endings do not exist. There are only choices leading to other paths.

Emotions are powerful sources of energy. They are what makes us alive. They provide proof of our souls.