Some days you exist like the last speaker of an extinct language. These are the silences that litter the heart. — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
Why is it we love so fully what has washed up on the beaches of our hearts, those lost messages, lost friends,… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
The heart sags. My footprints forget me. I don’t think anything will ever be the same. This is the edge of the… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
There is no need for a fear of losing control over who is accessing the network to hold back the productivity benefits of flexible… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“Last night, the stars on the water were trap doors. The crows with their charred wings are complaining to a hawk. It’s time to… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“I am sorry my words sometimes frighten the fireflies from your dreams, I am sorry that battalions of doubt have pitched camp in your… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“This afternoon a flock of doves settled on my porch. Their silence took the shape of all I ever wanted to say. Today, the… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“My own words cast a shadow a never meant. Please forget them. Or not. The shadows we speak sometimes are what tell us how… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
One third of all of our cancers are from tobacco. It's one of the big killers in America and more than half of our… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
The thing is to sift out the important sounds, little syllables and vowels that bring hints of their lost words, and not to mistake… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“Light staggers through the trees. Every moment is filled with other moments.” — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“I don’t want to see you caught like a word in that last line. What does the nightingale do when it runs out of… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“One time, your heart almost slipped away on a river barge. Your hands seemed to claw the sky. I’m sorry. No one else made… — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
“I have only these words that seem as if they climbed up from the bottom of a dry well.” — Richard Jackson Copy Share Image
![“This afternoon a flock of doves settled on my porch. Their silence took the shape of all I ever wanted to say. Today, the miracle we want aches inside the trees. Why believe anything except what is unbelievable? […] Now the leaves turn into messages that are simply impossible to read. The roots…” quote by Richard Jackson](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/bb6/richard-jackson-29000_song_this-afternoon-a-flock-of-doves-settled_639358.jpg)
