Watering The Soul Courtney Peppernell Quotes

All my life I have been stumbling through moments, desperate to reach the next, without ever really finishing the moment I was currently in.

There was nothing about you that was ever wrong in the first place. You were not made in error; there is no mistaking that everything you are was intended. The night loves all of the moon and her many phases.

That night, I didn’t feel fear. I felt her light, and it washed over me in a way that promised I could be the sun too.

We were standing in the space between now and tomorrow, just myself and all my doubts.

But just because the anxiety, the loss, and the struggle tell you that you are not strong or capable or deserving of dreams coming true does not mean it is the narrative you belong to.

There was nothing about you that was ever wrong in the first place. You were not made in error; there is no mistaking that everything you are was intended. The night loves all of the moon and her many phases.

So, Mind waited at the meeting point for Heart. Seconds turned to minutes and then minutes turned to hours, but Mind remained patient, knowing sometimes it just took Heart a little longer to see what Mind already knew.

If you want to believe, then believe in honest conversations, believe in putting your best foot forward. Believe in the kindness of others, the warmth of the sun, the beauty of the ocean. Believe in slowing down and appreciating all of life’s most intimate and tiny details. Believe in wonder, adventure, and the nostalgia of marshmallows around campfires. Believe in art galleries, bookstores, observatories, and the power of other people’s stories.

She was everything I had ever wanted but everything I couldn't have. It was difficult; every time she looked at me, every touch, every kiss, every moment I wanted to tell the world I loved her, but I knew it was impossible. It was more than the need to tell people I loved her; it was about not losing her. If I lost her, where would I be? Every day, I hoped it would be different. Every night, I dreamt we would be happy together and not judged for who we were or whom we loved. I already loved her; she was my best friend. I was just trying not to be in love with her too. And it was this fear that brought the fairy tale to an end. The greatest mistake I ever made was to give in to all the things that made me afraid. If you want my advice, it is this: Don't write your story the way I did. Don't let fear control your narrative. Don't let fear destroy your happy ending.

Her lips felt like breathing fresh air. It felt like two people feeling after weeks of being numb. It felt like two people coming home to each other after months of being away. It felt like two people being found after years of being alone.