Best 41 quotes in «cape cod quotes» category

My first memory in life is grilling my thumb to the griddle in our restaurant on Cape Cod.

I'd like to learn how to cook. I've hauled around this big, old, heavy Martha Stewart cookbook in my suitcase to Cape Cod, L.A., Paris. I don't know what possessed me.

But I love you and I want you and I need you. Can’t you see that? This world has nothing to offer me if it doesn’t include you.

The rising tide lifts all the boats.

Everything hurts right now and nothing is helping because as the pain is getting worse — so is the love.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

He looked at me, that first day, like he had just found something he’d lost a thousand years ago.

I could watch him do this until morning — never asking questions and never interrupting his work. I worship quietly — his intense focus and attention to detail and then, out of no where, I realize the inconvenient, inappropriate truth: ‘I love this man… and it has swallowed me.

I fantasize the night sky to be like a cosmic blue print of my life as I close my eyes and unbutton my heart…. just in case anyone up there is listening.

I don’t ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

If ever I was running, it was towards you.

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I feel a resurgence of my 6-year-old self… that little warrior, goddess of a girl reminding me of who I was when I was little, before the world got its hands on me.

I kept waiting for the part where I’d finally know who I was — some flashing, neon moment of relief, but it never came.

I just want your voice aimed at me again. I want to absorb the direction of your eyes…

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat… I might actually get some sleep.

I know that this process of ‘me changing my life’ doesn’t just end once I set fire to this list of things I hate about myself. Tonight isn’t as much of a new beginning as it is a violent end and I know the real work hasn’t even started yet.

I’m tired of justifying why I love someone. I’m done with the explaining.

I love him in ways that I can’t explain to other people. They don’t understand… it’s not their fault.

I’m going to follow this invisible red thread until I find myself again… until I finally figure out… who I’m meant to be.

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I’d ever come across.

I know that your soul is on life support and that you feel lost and like you’re completely spinning out of control, but you’re finding yourself — here, tonight… even in this darkness.

I really believe that there is an invisible red thread tied between him and me, and that it has stretched and tangled for years — across oceans and lifetimes. I know that it won’t break because our souls are tied.

I’ve always seen this in you, ever since you were a little girl — this hunger to love other people into their highest selves and it’s what has made me irreversibly and just so forever in love with you.

I want you to trust yourself, baby. Love is all that matters and you’ve always known that. You’ve known, since you were a very little girl, what your life is meant to be about…

Oblong stones sink slow and sideways. Shaped by the weight of waves, dutifully vibrating nature’s lunar-bound graces, they wash ashore only for closed palms to forsake them. The cheerful will cherish them, place them on windowsills, or on graves.

I tried to push my body through his and completely disappear.

I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real, and is my life ever going to make sense?

I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.

I write letters to you that you’ll never see.

The Fall will always be yours and mine…

So much has been done to my body, and still, somehow, not enough.

Standing naked on the beach with all of my secrets between my legs, I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself…

You haunt my days and dreams.

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest… trapping us both in a stainless cage.

Please… Whoever you are, whatever you are… I believe in you even though I don’t completely understand you. I feel you around me even though I can’t exactly describe what I’m feeling. Sometimes things happen to me and I know that you’re there and I’m humbled by the lack of coincidence that exists in the world. Whatever you want from me, it’s yours — just please help me. You know how I get when I lose control, and I find myself constantly being pulled back there these days.

Time' is the most threatening four letter word.

A little slower, sweetheart. Cape Cod is freezing over.

Your personal truth is your gift to the world.