Where Butterflies Wander
by Suzanne Redfearn
"Where Butterflies Wander" explores the enduring impact of past traumas and losses on present lives, suggesting that true healing comes not from escaping circumstances but from internal reconciliation. The narrative emphasizes that happiness is an internal state, accessible through perspective shifts rather than external pursuits. Key themes include the interconnectedness of human lives, the importance of genuine connection over superficial desires, and the wisdom of embracing the present moment. The book also delves into the concept of personal responsibility, highlighting how individual actions and choices shape one's identity and future. Ultimately, it suggests that a meaningful life is defined by positive impact on others and the cherishing of memories, even in the face of worthy struggles and inevitable change.
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Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished. Lao Tzu
A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives. —Jackie Robinson
Just ’cause someone’s gone doesn’t mean they’re not still a part of us.
Beauty comes in all shapes, sizes, and forms, and if he doesn’t desire you as you are, he doesn’t truly see you, and you deserve to be seen. We all do.
It seems to me, wherever we go, the dents and scratches are going to go with us and that it's going to take more than a new house in a new town in order to set things right.
we do not choose how long we get to travel this earth.
Marie, happiness shouldn’t need to be chased. It’s with you all the time, wherever you choose to look.
Think on a problem long enough, and you might not find the answer, but at least you’ll know the question.
It’s the good deeds that make you who you are and paint the future in ways you never imagined.
But when relief flood his face, something cracked open inside me, the thing that happens when you love someone, and they are affected, and you can't help but be affected too.
PENELOPE
Love in the Time of Cholera,
But some battles are so worthy, it’s glorious even to fail.
Because what is life if not a collection of cherished memories?
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.
But no matter how much you wish it
True. But some battles are so worthy, it’s glorious even to fail.
And for not the first time, I find myself envying him, wishing I could live more like a dog, carefree and in the moment. Life as a human can feel so heavy.
anger is a wasted emotion, more detrimental to the bearer than the target.
You stop thinking, and you’re just there, in the moment, going and going and going, like nothing else exists but your breath and your body and the desire to keep moving.
But no matter how much you wish it, time marches on, minute by minute, day by day, leaving you stumbling on with it, along with every regret and mistake you’ve ever made.
The day it happened I was entirely unaware. The morning started like any other day.
Perhaps all of us are not who we seem, each of us altering the narrative to portray nobler versions that make us appear better than we are.
Marie, only when you lose the desire for the things that don’t matter do you start to have fun. He said it with a wink, then
Now’s what we’ve got, and none of us knows about tomorrow.
HAPPY ARE THE PAINTERS, FOR THEY SHALL NOT BE LONELY. LIGHT AND COLOUR, PEACE AND HOPE, WILL KEEP THEM COMPANY TO THE END, OR ALMOST TO THE END, OF THE DAY.
nothing not of flesh and bone ever satisfies the soul but briefly and superficially.
China causes a pinprick hole in the seam of an arm floatie. A little girl drowns in a pool in Connecticut. A family is destroyed. A New Hampshire woman’s world is decimated. All for a speck of dirt on the other side of the world. “Time
Each year, tens of thousands of letters are sent to and left at Juliet’s tomb in Verona, each seeking counsel on questions of the heart. And amazingly, each letter is answered by a legion of volunteers called the Juliet Club.
I lost sight of that simple, eternal truth—deluded myself into believing a house would bring relief, when, if there’s one thing I should know, it’s that nothing not of flesh and bone ever satisfies the soul but briefly and superficially
