Words

24 Jun 2020 Comments Off

Dear Fellow Journalers,

Are you a collector of words? Do you read books and highlight phrases? If so, you are not alone. Some of the best prompts have come from those phrases.

I started collecting phrases back in high school. The one notebook I started with became several more until they filled up an entire shelf! The only problem with my collection is that some of my entries .did not mention the book title.

When I started again .earlier this year I made sure to note the origin of the phrase. I want to share some of these ” gems” with you today. Some of them are mine and these will be marked with a *.

“Journal writing takes you across the bridge toward acceptance of your creative self, your spiritual self; accepting what is, with love, joy and freedom.” The Four Methods of Journal Writing by Melissa Burch

“Having a sense of self-worth is an act of faith” The Mistletoe Inn by Richard Post Evans

“The ache inside a person never ceases when there is no closure.Estrangement brings on a profound sense of loss.The ache is deep and never goes away.” *

“The problem with the past is that too often yesterday’ s lessons were meant for yesterday’s problems.” Richard Paul Evans

“Trace my face with your eyes,, her mother had told her a few nights before she died. Trace my face, then close your eyes and imagine me there. Can you see me? That’s where I’ll always be. Right there, locked away tight.” Along the broken road by Heather Burch

“Memories, he’d learned, were the cornerstones of life. Memories are pictures. They’re stored in the part of your mind where happiness lives.” Something like family by Heaher Burch

“I’m in mourning for the death of my hope and for the future. Joanne Fluke

“Life gives you two choices. Regret the past or change the present.”” When we were young by Karen Kingsbury

“It literally hurt my chest to breathe in this snow-laced air that made it feel as if I’d swallowed mouthful of icicles.” Murder She Wrote: The Murder of Twelve” Jessica Fletcher

“He was a hollow man, pieces of his heart were strewn about the ranch house like Mike’s wooden soldiers forgotten on his bedroom floor.” *

“My feelings break and crash over me like a dust storm on the prairie.” *

“The horse I thought was sitting on my chest has trotted off_ and if I don’t take a deep breath, I can talk to people”.*