“This is the way of lovers, isn’t it - to overqualify their experience? Who, in the midst of rush and longing, thinks, well, this love is mundane, inconsequential, and utterly unoriginal? No. To those in the midst of falling, all… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share Image
“Do not settle for living a version of your life designed by another. You are not meant to be gatekeeper or the holder of secrets and shame. You are here to live free and clear and into your own wide open truth. If you are spending too much time around people who expect otherwise you will begin to notice a… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share
“These words and these stories can save a life. Who knows – maybe even your own.” — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share Image
“You will, at times, be the most selfish asshole you can possibly imagine. You will step out of your own integrity. You will do things you thought you would never do. The temptation is there to let your actions define your being. To carry the weight of your own failure and to live in a state of perpetual penance. Do… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share
“Isn’t it incredible, I think to myself, how what we name miracle may just be a measure of what we cannot easily reach.” — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share Image
“You are not a failure. And you are not alone. This I know to be true. Read these lines as many times as you… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share Image
“People often wondered what it was that made her so very compelling. Why she drew people in again and again? It wasn’t her beauty or her talent, though many, including myself, found those impossible to argue. I believe it was because she refused to deny the storm of her. She wasn’t all sunny days and brightness, and she knew it.… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share
“You will always be my teachers, just as much or more than I am yours. Do not think – nor let anyone convince you… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share Image
“I see you, flawed and humble and road weary and proud and still in spite of the deep ache, somehow sure you’ve done all you can. I see all you feel but cannot speak. I see the way the words grow and swell, expanding your chest and pressing against the confines in your throat until they form the most unbearable… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share
“Perhaps all love affairs are nothing more than the projections of hopeful hearts looking for soft lodging in a world that would have them be hard. Perhaps. Perhaps love is always just this; the suspension of disbelief and the fierce welcoming of a shared and altered reality. Is not the impossible always made possible by love? The ridiculous transformed to… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share
“You alone own your story. Do not let another tell it, and if you find yourself in the company of one determined to rewrite your words or own your narrative, fight like hell until you hold it again. There is little in life that is solely ours. Your story is one of those priceless few things. It is beyond precious.… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share
“I’m mesmerized by lipstick prints on coffee cups. By the lines of lips against white pottery. By the color chosen by the woman who sat and sipped and lived life. By the mark she leaves behind. Some people read tea leaves and others can tell your future through the lines on your palm. I think I’d like to read lipstick… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share
“You’re either part of the problem or part of the solution. There are no bystanders who get to claim no impact. What mark will… — Jeanette LeBlanc Copy Share Image
