Quotes by Donna Lynn Hope

She used to wander through the past as often as it beckoned her, bemoaning the loss of nostalgia. Then, for a while, she turned from it, blissfully free of its noxious clutch, and now its back, taunting her with what she left behind, knowing she can never recapture whats gone.

He was on her mind but she doesnt let anyone stay for too long.

I didnt sleep well last night because one of my ghosts came back, haunting with his presence, and when I woke up, the others werent here, haunting with their memory.

The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and makes me remember.

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.

Someone once said that love is the closest thing to magic that this world has, but magic enchants, deceives and casts a spell.

She’s a sickness in my head.”Then get well.What you feel is self-made and attended to over time. You want to let go but are unwilling to let go because you are getting something from it; An escape? An excuse? Bondage?You are idealizing another person, building up the idea of them, and making them a legend in your own mind.Is it really a sickness or something you can control?The question is: do you even want to?Each time a thought creeps into your mind, you choose whether to give it freedom to remain or to wander. You can rebuke it or replace it. After all, it’s your mind.

A gem, like you, is made beautiful by being polished. Its not an easy undertaking, but a stone that exists undisturbed among others just is...but the most beautiful stand out because they face being alone, endure hardships and learn from what challenges them. Suffering purifies and makes beautiful, but only if the gem can shine.

Life is for the loved, not the lonely. She lamented. Although its the lonely who try to make the world and its inhabitants less so.

She walked in somber seclusion, unable to connect with women despite her hearts desire to do so while being shadowed by men who hungered for the indefinable; and while she yearned for friendship, they yearned for something more and what she had been in search of remained removed from her, and the more she erected barriers, the more they crossed them and each time they did, she turned from them and hid.

There are those that wonder which is worse: Not being able to reach out or not having anyone to reach for. There are some that ponder which is the greater ache: Not being able to tell or not having anyone that cares enough to ask. Perhaps it’s not one person that is to blame, but both.

Dark hair on a white pillow, an ache inside, his face a reflection in her eye.

She doesnt give directions but there is a pot of gold at the end of her rainbow...Find it. If you can.

When other girls were dreaming about love, she dreamt of love too, but in an entirely different context - the ones they took for granted.

As long as you write, youll never be lonely.

Leaving the familiar for unknown terrain is like a death - and feeling this level of finality should snap one back to life for life has greater meaning in the face of death.

I shall not be defined by what I have suffered but how I have endured them.

He had felt viable being near her or knowing she was listening to him or having the comfort of their casual meeting within a dream. With her, he simply and effortlessly felt better. They all felt better, unburdened, cared for, and heard. Being connected to her eased his suffering as he gave her his. It was only when she began to drown in the cumulation of commingled torments that to save whatever part of her was left, she disconnected, and when she did, his suffering returned and remained with him longer than she had. But instead of saving herself, it was the additional burden of her own anguish from letting them all go that took her breath and inevitably pulled her under.

People, most especially those who have known ease in this life, care more about being prospered than refined. Its always about what they can get from God, not what they can do for others, unless they can call attention to it for others to see.

Suffer he commanded seductively. With me...or because of me.