What’s the point of opening yourself up to your friends if they don’t notice you in your vulnerable state? The point of it all is to love friends completely and utterly, at their best and worst, and to love more… — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
I forget, because it’s hard to realize that the same person who gives you so much love, and to whom you give so much in return, can go through the kinds of pain and suffering that nothing you do can… — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
Isn’t it sad that so often it takes facing death to appreciate life and each other fully? — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
What’s the point of opening yourself up to your friends if they don’t notice you in your vulnerable state? The point of it all… — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
“To Feel The weight of death, the weight of fear, the burden of stress, pain is here. Never to know, never to guess. Never… — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
We live in a world defined by its boundaries: You cannot travel faster than the speed of light. You must and will die. You… — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
“Love, intensity, value, passion, rejection, hope, care, failure, joy. What life throws at us never makes sense. Thinks we're at life's dispense. How long… — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
“I feel very lucky to know you—and as far as I have seen, to know you is literally to love you.” — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
“God is the reason I’m surviving, but he’s sure used you in my life wonderfully. I love you.” — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
“And I remember telling God that whatever happens, happens. I remember telling myself "He's in control.” — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
“Love and hope are conjoined, if you separate one, you kill the other. If hope survives then love endures. Where even a sliver of… — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
“And those who are wise shall shine like the brightness of the sky above; and those who turn many to righteousness, like the stars… — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
“Esther, I don’t know what I’m going to do without you when you go. I don’t know how I can get along. What am… — Esther Earl Copy Share Image
