A Quote by Claire Vaye Watkins

Sometimes love is a wound that opens and closes, opens and closes, all our lives. — © Claire Vaye Watkins
Sometimes love is a wound that opens and closes, opens and closes, all our lives.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralyzed.
Your hand opens and closes, opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed. Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding, the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birds' wings.
When the door to love opens, The window to control closes.
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
Falling in love with someone is the surest highway to hurt that I know. When the door to love opens, the window to control closes.
When a window closes another one opens
One door closes and another one opens.
When one door closes, another one opens.
The Bible opens and closes with a wedding.
He who opens a school door, closes a prison.
With every door that closes a new one opens.
A child. . . opens and closes like a blossom.
When one doors closes, another door opens.
When one door closes, another window opens.
When one door of hapiness closes, another opens.
When life closes a door, God opens a window.
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