22 Quotes by S.L. Northey

All this life is let to chance, where are the buoys of its tender love

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

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

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

I walk among bodies still in the sand, People and that something they die for

The loss of one's self is the hardest to bear

It is the abstract wisdom of the soul, that understands the abstract nature of grief

To stand firm in the condition of loss, is to understand where we are in the process

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