Ever since my sophomore year in high school, when I took a creative writing class from a fantastic teacher and collected quotes in a section in my journal, I have been obsessed with quotes. Wait – I don’t think “obsessed” is a strong enough word. Haunted by quotes? Infatuated with quotes? Addicted to quotes? Captivated by quotes? Dependent on quotes? For sure the last one. Quotes by other people have jump-started my writing when I hit a block. They have saved me from feeling like I am all alone – that I am the only one who feels like this. I know I am not. It is such a relief – that knowledge. I am not strange. I am not an alien. Okay, maybe I am, but it’s completely normal. I have an old soul. I think I have always known this. God came to me and said, “It’s time for you to go. You’ll struggle, but don’t worry. I will be right there with you. And when it’s over, you can come back home.” And so I went, because I trusted Him, and I still do.
Here are some of my most recent finds: