“Children are born with imaginations in mint condition, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Then life corrects for grandiosity.” — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“Writing is not only a reflection of what one thinks and feels but a rope one weaves with words that can lower you below or hoist you above the surface of your life, enabling you to go deeper or higher… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“There were times, in the beginning, when I used my journal as a wailing wall, but I learned not to immortalize the darkness. Rereading… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“I can feel my heart growing daily, which has its uncomfortable aspects, as if it could fall with the weight of love and break.” — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“His eyes were sharp but kind, and it seemed to amuse him to see children misbehave when he knew that deep down they didn't… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“Children are born with imaginations in mint condition, able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Then life corrects for grandiosity.” — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“My nose remembers more than my eyes. The sharp oily smell of eucalyptus combines with afternoon dust from the hockey field. But my heart… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“Writing is not only a reflection of what one thinks and feels but a rope one weaves with words that can lower you below… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“Everything we are given or learn or possess in any real sense - - the ability to play Beethoven sonata, write books, understand the… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“We were all so young that there were no lines on our faces to read between.” — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“Writing is a deeply spiritual act that can have a profound effect upon the practitioner.” — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“During this week, Ragan has experience a bit of insecurity with me, the result of my being quieter than usual, which he interprets as… — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
“Falling silent should be cultivated, the way the woods fall silent in the snow. Messages you can’t send any other way can be heard.” — Phyllis Theroux Copy Share Image
