Beth Kephart
Step out from behind the words. When you're a writer you can imagine that the words speak for you and are you, but they're not. You are this living breathing bad hair day kind of person.Collection: Breathing
I believe friends enclose us, like a pair of parentheses. Each one knows us differently, each sustains us in a different way.Collection: Friends
Throughout our lives friends enclose us like pairs of parentheses. They shift our boundaries; crater our terrain. They fume through the cracks of our tentative houses and parts of them always remain. Friendship asks the truth and wants the truth, hollows and fills, ages with us, and we through it. It cradles us like family. It is ecology and mystery and language - all three. Our grown-up friendships - especially the really meaningful ones- model for our children what we want them to have throughout their lives.Collection: Friendship
Nothing erodes [a mother's love]. It is not sand on a beach. It is the nuclear heart of things-hard as the rock of this earth.Collection: Mother
You know how a river goes on and on? That's my love for you.Collection: Rivers
Words are the weights which hold our history in place.Collection: Weight
Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.Collection: I Love You
Here’s another change I’ve noticed: The dark is more than the sun dropping off, more than the moon and the stars. It’s what you can’t see that you hope you will see, what hasn’t been that might be.Collection: Stars
In high school, my desire for friendship far outweighed my talent for it.Collection: School
We grow too old to lose old friends.Collection: Old Friends
How do you know when an apology is true—when it means something, or can change something, or will last outside the moment?Collection: Mean
Nature is not the number-one mystery, I’ve learned. It’s the heart that takes top honors.Collection: Heart
Forgiveness, which is the place that every story turns, the chance we give each other.Collection: Giving
Imagine music gushing down the hollow places in your bones, and making you liquid, and giving you speed. Imagine music turning your body into a song.Collection: Song