Quotes by : Rachel Thompson

We look at your eyes. The eyes carry the wounds. The eyes know damage. Damaged people recognize other....

Taking your language into my soul, feeling it separate from sentences to words burning with flight, ‘til....

Survivors create survival mechanisms. Mine is pushing through. I push everything to the side, out of....

I’ve traveled this road for many decades and I still don’t know how to go. I am a wanderer, traversing....

You used words, discarding them meaninglessly, without thinking, whereas I thought they held meaning.....