“Oh yes, even I cry. Just not over you. Who is "you?" The one who has to ask or the one who doesn't?” — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“I don't envy "busy." Busy means having a schedule, not living life. What I really covet is leisure and peace of mind. Those who… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“You can never let your compassion stand in the way of justice because when you do, other people get hurt.” — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“Weird people don't care if they're weird. They are the most entertaining to converse with because nothing is off-limits.” — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“Truth and integrity must be so rare these days that it confuses people when they hear it.” — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“I didn't intend to go in that direction but strange things happen when the lights go out.” — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“She’s a sickness in my head.” Then get well. What you feel is self-made and attended to over time. You want to let go but are unwilling to let go because you are getting something from it; An escape? An excuse? Bondage? You are idealizing another person, building up the idea of them, and making them a legend in your… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share
“She's not ashamed of loving, although those she's loved are few in number; it was/is sweet and true. She's only ashamed she used love… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“I like weird. Conformity bores but is inescapable for the most part. We all follow something, even if it is following the goal of… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“I can only miss the true and I can only mourn the brave. Cowards make it easy to let go because you're not losing… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“She had hope in her heart but after a while, with each step forward, hope stepped back. And for the first time in months, the first time ever, she began to weep, and as she did she knew that with the retreat of hope her heart had finally caught up with her head. And as each tear spilled over she… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share
“I am sick of old ghosts and I just want to feel safe again without the haunts of old vulnerabilities.” — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“Seasons of the heart. To get through what I must I'm often encased in ice and for months he chips away until he can see my face and after a while, I begin to thaw. As warmth and feeling returns, my emotions continue to build until my personality is set on fire. When he leaves, the fire dwindles until there… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share
