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Matagal na din akong naghintay dito sa bus stop sa pag-aakalang babalik sya, na muli siyang dadaan at sabay kaming aalis. Lumipas na ang ulan. Mataas na ang sikat ng araw. Pero mag-isa pa rin ako dito. Siguro naman, ito na ang tamang panahon para sumakay, umalis at lumayo. Paunti-unti. Hindi naman biglaan. Konting andar. Konting lakad. Konting kembot pakanan. Darating din ako doon.Kung saan maaliwalas na ang lahat.

Maxwell Arbus was the reason Saul lost an eye?" "Yes," Millie answers stiffly. "But that was a long time ago. Saul has moved on. So have I." Whatever checks I'd held on my emotions shatter. "Moved on?!" Whirling around, I storm at Millie, waving my arms like a maniacal marionette. "I don't care if it was so long ago we could only get with a TARDIS! There is no moving on because it's happening right now!

May 4, 2006 Blog Entry #1 There once was a girl who took everything for granted.
 She had friends.
She had good friends—friends who saw her geeky exterior but loved her anyway, friends who had known her since before she knew herself. But she wanted more.
She had people who loved her. She had a huge house on a hill. A bedroom as big as a studio apartment. But she still wasn't satisfied. She moved to the ends of the earth … Long Island, New York. She thought it would be exciting. And for a little while it was. But she soon found that life in the “city” wasn’t everything she hoped for. Before long, all the shops and landmarks were meaningless, and she realized that all the parties in the world meant nothing—especially if she didn't have the people to share them with. She decided to make a distress call. She lined up coconuts. H–E–L–P She spent one and a half years on her “deserted island.” Then, a moving truck finally answered her call. But little did she know that she was returning to her home as a different person. She was returning with lessons of contentment that would stick with her forever. Lessons of gratitude, integrity, faith, and love. Exposure to things and ideas she would have never seen in Snellville, Georgia. How she could be and how her life could be… She drove back down only to find that she wasn't the only one who had changed.

Maybe I hold on for too long, but maybe you don’t hold on for long enough?

Maybe my guard was up all the time and she was reacting to that. But I wish she had seen through it and I wish that once, just once, I had told her how I feel. That I feel safer when she is around. Sometimes I had tested her, wanting so desperately for her to let me down so then I would have an excuse to walk away. But she never did. I wish I could tell her it breaks my heart that I miss her more than I ever missed my mother and that the thing that frightens me the most about next October when I graduate is not that I won't have home, but that I won't have her.

Maybe that's what love is-counting the bandages until someone says, 'Enough'.

Maybe the problem with holding onto memories so tightly is that they don’t allow us to make room for the future. Maybe the gentle decay of the past is a blessing that dulls the sharp blade of regret, allowing the possibility of rebirth.

Maybe there was no mistake so bad that you couldn’t recover from it and decide to move on.

Maybe you're starting to move on, my love. But to fully do it, you have to let the guilt go. Gabriel will always be an important part of your life. I don't even want to imagine how difficult it is to move on, but a new love always helps. I can bet you will find it in MacCraig's arms. He may be domineering and commanding, but everyone has flaws.

Maybe this was what Aunt Peg meant all along - returning was a weird thing. You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe our what came before.

Minsan talaga ay kailangan mo munang maranasan ang kahirapan, ang kalungkutan at kawalan bago mo ganap na maintindihan ang totoong kahulugan ng kaligayahan at pag-ibig.

Mistakes should be examined, learned from, and discarded; not dwelled upon and stored.

Momma used to say, you got to know when to move. More important than knowing when to stay put.

Moving on is not about forgetting the past; it’s about learning from it. Find the message in the mess…Cry. Forgive. Learn. That’s moving on.

Most breakups are awful. But with compassion, attention, introspection, and intention they can become transforming, bringing you closer to alignment with your true self while preparing you for the next great adventure.

Moving on is not forgetting - moving on is being able to remember without feeling awful about it.

Moving on is not about forgetting. It's about moving forward and never looking back.

Moving on is not like a birthday, you can’t count down the hours ‘til it arrives and you can’t mark it on a calendar and you can’t call up your friends to help you celebrate. You can’t plan for it and you can’t conclude it by blowing out a candle. When moving on happens there will be no announcements, no notifications, no congratulations. There will be no parade; only you will know.

Move on. Life won't wait for you.

Moving is not about forgetting. It's about moving forward and never looking back.

moving on means we have to protect ourselves.

Moving on should be a required high school class because Lynchburg is determined to make me forget.

Moving on will show you a lot about who you are, what you truly want, & what you have no desire to waste your time on.

My acupuncturist once told me that it doesn't have to hurt to work. She might have meant the needles, but I think she really meant love.

My dear, we do not move on from grief; we move through it.

Moving on is the hardest thing to do, when that person made your life worth living for. Nomatter how difficult it's but we have to let go for own sake. Remember that your life is more precious than anything in this world.

My innocence is wearin' thin But my heart is growing strong.

My gift, if I would describe, is a double-edged sword. The good thing? I see through people and pierce their souls all the time. I can’t count how many times I listen to lies when I know the truth and intentions. I detect inauthenticity easy no matter how perfect a façade is. Genuine people love me because I protect them, fake people hate me because I crush them. The bad thing? Because it is my belief that everyone can grow into something beautiful, when I was young my sincerity and willingness to understand were taken the cost of neglecting people that genuinely love me and that breaks my heart more than anything. Now that I am older best I can do is to let go and leave people to where they are. At least I can tell myself that I tried.

My life is a daily celebration. I choose who to invite to my party, and who doesn't get an invitation. And I'd be damned if I spent my time standing at the door, looking out and wondering where some people are, while my home is filled with people who are there to celebrate with me. Every day, I am going to party with the people whom I invited, the people who matter.

My past still clings to me, skeleton hands holding me back even as I push forward into the light.

My mistakes cannot be undone, forgotten, or ignored. But I can make amends. I can do something now.

My past doesn't matter anymore. I'm moving on. I'll just keep running, if that's what it takes. The question is: Are you moving on with me?

My wandering has led me to the beginning of our journey together. I suppose it's only fitting for me to be here at that journey's end.

No matter how bleak, there is still chance of love in hatred but none in indifference

Never close the door of your heart to anyone. They may not be in vibrational alignment today, so you must place physical distance between you and them for your own well-being, but later in life, they may awaken and seek forgiveness, understanding, and peace. If you close the door to your heart, when they come seeking later on, they will find their way blocked and may walk away without knocking, since it took all the courage they had to just approach. Yet, if you leave the door open to your warm heart and they see that you are full of welcoming energy, co-creation will always be the reward, allowing you to make together a more beautiful world for all.

Never look back; you may only find what you left or let you go.

No matter how many times you say you'll give up with words, if your heart still says "love", there's nothing to be done.

No matter what happens i choose to value the memories of the good times, grow from the lessons of the bad times because i don't regret a single moment of it, every detail made me who i am.

No matter where I am in my life, no matter what I am doing, I will never be far from you in my heart. I may be moving on, but I’m not moving away from you. You will always be in my soul, a part of my present, and a fleeting dream for my future." ~Emma Ranstein

No matter how much you stress or obsess about the past or future, you can't change either one. In the present is where your power lies.

No matter what, we have to keep moving forward, even if we have to crawl.

No one can escape their past. The sins we've committed... and the sadness we've caused... No matter how far we run, our past remains, as ever-present as the moon in the sky. It looms in wait... for the day when we are forced to face it. But only in doing so can we truly make peace and move on in hope towards tomorrow.

Nothing goes away. Not on its own. You deal with it, or it deals with you.

Nothing can change what happened. Nothing's going to change his nature. But we can control our futures - that's what we must focus on.

Now, Because I put you in the past, My life is like: A path paved, Fit for your feet. Now other women walk on it; And not one of them fits. Walking crooked, on a path that's straight. I watch them. They don't even have your gait.

Nothing made sense. Every decision felt wrong. Every direction I looked led down a path I was unaware about. For years I have worked toward one goal, stayed focused on one place I wanted to get. But now that goal felt like it wasn't quite right.

Not without a wound in the spirit shall I leave this city.

Now it's easy to see as I watch it all from above. Sometimes the things that are best for us are those we have to let go of.

Now the wren has gone to roost and the sky is turnin' gold And like the sky my soul is also turnin' Turnin' from the past, at last and all I've left behind

Okay, let's recap. So I lost a few good things, but wait; There's other fish in the sea. And my heart's still here: the bait. It has a few cracks And a couple of shark bites, But it's alright. A bleeding heart is never one to wait in the water for long. I wonder what my next catch will be..