http://slow.writerscafe.org/siobahnmckenna The original writings of author Siobahn McKenna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775970497 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Love and hate, hate and love.Are they really made of separate stuff?Indifferent, I’ll say, if a spade is a spadebut you want to call it something elseas if I’d be swayedsomething Osho saidwell I don’t need an old man to tell me what love isand what it isn’tRemember that time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1807803/ "You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1733523/ I have a blog! Please check it out. Its just starting up!www.theobscuredaisy.com  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1663411/ insomnia at its ________ (insert adjective). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634791/ You can stop being in love with someone, but you can never stop loving them. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634787/ “How you know when someone’s not in love with you anymore? They stop laughing at your jokes.” http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634770/ You’re sad reading this last line aren’t you? Hell,  I wrote it and it makes me sad. So you’re probably thinking: How could she write this, if this is how is ended. But you forget, dear friend, that main aim of this book was to make you feel what it felt like; because i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634764/ I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night. Hosseini http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634763/ People say you'll get over it. But I know it's not true. Oh, youll be happy again.. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him -Smith http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634674/ “We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered.” Stoppard http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634671/ "There is a sense in which we are all each others consequences." Wallace Stegner http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634664/ "We mortals, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, "Oh, nothing!" - Eliot http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634662/ “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving one be me.” W.H. Auden http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634660/ No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true. Hawthorne http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634659/ "She had waited all her life for something, and it had killed her when it found her.”  Zora Neale Hurston http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634658/ “There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” Shakespeare http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634656/ "Why can't people have what they want? The things were all there to content everybody; yet everybody has the wrong thing." Ford Madox Ford http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634654/ “It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.” H.G Wells http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634653/ "Maybe ever’body in the whole damn world is scared of each other.” Steinbeck http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634652/ burning in hell/this piece of me fits in nowhere - Bukowski http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634646/ “… human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we knock off tunes for dancing-bears when we want to conjure pity from the stars.” - Flaubert http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634644/ “Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.” F. Scott Fitz. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634642/ I was writing this for a long time, in pieces. It's about someone, maybe someone I used to be, and I think by publishing this, even in this ungraduated state it will allow me to escape her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634641/ This is the opening to a story I am thinking about writing regarding a smallish city in Northern Manitoba where I have spent a couple of years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1634638/ We went to the Mauthausen Concentration Camp when I was in Europe. The camp was repainted, and blended in with the resplendent country side. It was horrible. The people I was with didn't even care. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1401161/ Most of us only but tip-toeAfraid of the edge of the ledgeThere’s nothing in the world quite like fallingJumping sometimes slipping right off the stretchLove is a beautiful proposition  ButChalk full of ambiguous impositionappearing absent, a mismatch,some.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/siobahnmckenna/1358769/