No volume of history is insignificant, even the worst chapters. Especially the worst chapters.
—Terri Guillemets
No volume of history is insignificant, even the worst chapters. Especially the worst chapters.
—Terri Guillemets
Dawn-giddy birds sing as if every morning is a special occasion. Wise,
—Terri Guillemets
Failure is not frailty.
Success never guarantees.
—Terri Guillemets
I know intelligent design doesn’t exist because whoever gave wings to sewer roaches wasn’t very bright.
—Terri Guillemets
The best faith is not the stagnant,
—Terri Guillemets
“You peer into my life to find a lingering past, but I tell you it was sunk ten thousand fathoms deep and weighted down with my dead self. You look into my breast to find that old, old open wound, but I tell you I seared it with my hot tears and only the cicatrix is there.”
—Muriel Strode (1875–1964), My Little Book of Prayer, 1904
You can’t count the bad things that happen. They don’t count against life. They are life. Only count the good things. Let every blessing strengthen you.
—Terri Guillemets
Tea time — a brief recess from dodging life’s blowdarts.
—Terri Guillemets
Loss — the great redefiner of life.
—Terri Guillemets
Grief cries and life shines on — and hope paints a rainbow.
—Terri Guillemets
An open window is good company, like the burning candle of Lichtenberg.
—Terri Guillemets
“Man loves company even if it is only that of a small burning candle.”
Light understands the colors of Autumn, and she loves him for it.
—Terri Guillemets
Death is never a clean break — some stardust always remains.
—Terri Guillemets