Ordinary life was laced with miracles, I knew that, had read enough poetry to understand that we are … - Jane Hamilton

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I think of myself as a producer who tries to bring the best out of everyone, whether that be an artist, songwriter or a publicist.

Jane Hamilton

Ordinary life was laced with miracles, I knew that, had read enough poetry to understand that we are elevated with the knowing, and yet it was difficult to notice and be grateful when one was continually fatigued and irritated. I suppose that unquenchable sense of wonder is what separates us dolts from the saints and the poets.

Continually, Grateful, Knowing, Miracle, Miracles, Ordinary

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. . . you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help. . . And then finally, the way through grief is grieving.

Burden, Down, Grief, Grieving, Learn, Pain

I feel like I don't have all the ingredients a person is supposed to have.

Feels, Ingredients, Like, Person, Persons

She read books quickly and compulsively, paperback after paperback, as if she might drift away without the anchor of the printed page.

Anchor, Anchors, Book, Drift, Might, Page

Is it love that connects us, is that what it is? I never knew that the feeling I have is regular old love because it's so-intricate. Perhaps there is another name for it, one we don't yet know. I used to think that love was simple and noticeable, like rain falling, so that just as you'd look at your skin and say Water, you would also wake in the morning and say Love. But it has been underneath, this new and old thing I feel, subterranean, silent and steady, like blood, rushing along and along without often making itself known.

Fall, Known, Morning, Rain, Rushing, Underneath

From early on I valued the gift of memory above all others. I understood that as we grow older we carry a whole nation around inside of us, places and ways that have disappeared, believing that they are ours, that we alone hold the torch for our past, that we are as impenetrable as stone.

Believe, Believing, Impenetrable, Memories, Past, Understood