Irreplaceable

From http://idontlikeyouinthatway.com/

In response to her untimely death at the age of 45 from a skiing accident, Natasha Richardson's friends and colleagues have issued statements recalling her life and the affect she had on the lives of others. Us Magazine reports:

Mia Farrow: "Natasha is irreplaceable. I cannot think of anyone kinder, more generous, thoughtful, smarter or more fun. She is the godmother of two of my children. The Neesons and Vanessa [Redgrave, Richardson's mother] have always made me feel a part of their wonderful family. My thoughts and prayers are with them."

Lindsay Lohan, Richardson's costar in 1998's The Parent Trap: "She was a wonderful woman and actress and treated me like I was her own. I didn't see much of her over the years, but I will miss her. My heart goes out to her family. This is a tragic loss."

Demi Moore (via Twitter): "I am sending out prayers for Natasha Richardson and her family. A real reminder of how precious life is and how quickly it can be gone."

Martha Stewart (via Twitter): "Just heard the tragic news about poor Natasha Richardson. Her family must be devastated. My sincerest condolences to all."

Blythe Danner: "I can't talk because I started crying. I'm heart broken. She was so kind to us when Bruce [Paltrow, Danner's late husband] was ill. She's so generous. I don't think that I can handle it."

By all accounts Natasha Richardson was a genuinely kind and generous person who was involved in a Hollywood marriage that was bound by sincere love and mutual respect, so we are terribly sorry for her family's loss. I'm also sorry that Lindsay Lohan still manages to stay alive. I mean, she should be dead by now right? Vodka and speedballs aren't vitamins, right? If there was any justice in this world, an anvil would drop on this bitch's head while she was walking over a manhole and it would hit her so hard she would shoot out of the ground in China where she would be raped by a Panda then thrown off the side of a mountain. You know, or something like that. This is more of a rough draft really.

I Wish That I Could Tell You.

How do you tell someone you're letting go?
I wish that I could tell you.
But you're asking me things that I don't know.
I wish that I could tell you.
The words that I would say
Sound as empty as the way you feel inside;
While the silence in between
Tells me everything that you deny.
I don't know how to help you.
I wish that I could tell you
How to tell me goodbye.

I don't know how you leave it all behind.
I wish that I could tell you.
Is it true a heart heals itself with time?
I wish that I could tell you.
How do you choose?
Do you hurt 'em with the truth or with a lie?
Where do you go to find the courage
You know I could never find?

I don't know how to help you;
I wish that I could tell you
How to tell me goodbye.

Where do you turn, where do you go
When you've finally reached the end of the road?
How do you say it? I just don't know.
When it comes to leaving you're on your own.
How do you tell someone you're letting go?
I wish that I could tell you.
I wish that I could tell you.

The Space Between Us

"The thin woman in the green sari stood on the slippery rocks and gazed at the dark waters around her. The warm wind loosened strands of her scanty hair, pulling them out of her bun. Behind her, the sounds of the city were muted, shushed into silence by the steady lapping of the water around her bare feet. Other than the crabs that she heard and felt scuttling around the rocks, she was all alone here - alone with the murmuring sea and distant moon, stretched thin as a smile in the nighttime sky. Even her hands were empty, now that she had unclenched them and released her helium-filled cargo, watching until the last of the balloons had been swallowed up by the darkness of the Bombay night. Her hands were empty now, as empty as her heart, which itself was a coconut shell with the meat scraped out.
Balancing gingerly on the rocks, feeling the rising water tonguing her feet, the woman raised her face to the inky sky for an answer. Behind her was the lost city and a life that at this very moment felt fictitious and unreal. Ahead of her was the barely visible seam where the sea met the sky. She could scramble over these rocks, climb the cement wall, and reenter the world; partake again of the mad, throbbing, erratic pulse of the city. Or she could walk into the waiting sea, let it seduce her, overwhelm her with its intimate whisperings.
She looked to the sky again, searching for an answer. But the only thing she could hear was the habitual beating of her own dutiful heart..."


"...When she walked into the living room, the stereo was already on. 'Moonlight sonata,' he said, looking up. 'I thought something pensive and beautiful would be appropriate. We can leave this room and pretend we're in a place where moonlight dances on the water.'
Sera smiled thinly and sat beside him on the couch. After a few minutes she felt the music enter her body and make it relax. She closed her eyes so that she was lost in a dark and orange world, where nothing intruded except the sacred sound of a single piano. 'When I was young I used to think the piano was my favorite instrument,' she said, modulating her voice so that it did not overpower the music. Her eyes were still shut, but she felt Freddy shift in place. 'But now,' she continued, 'now, I love the deep sound of the cello. Somehow, it sounds most like life - sad and sweet and lost. Lonely. I always think that if the heart could sing, it would sound like a cello...' "


" 'Feroz,' she said, wanting to explain everything to him - how certain notes of the Moonlight Sonata shredded her heart like wind inside a paper bag; how her soul felt as endless and deep as the sea churning on their left; how the sight of the young Muslim couple filled her with an emotion that was equal parts joy and sadness; and above all, how she wanted a marriage that was different from the dead sea of marriages she saw all around her, how she wanted something finer, deeper, a marriage made out of silk and velvet instead of coarse cloth, a marriage made of clouds and stardust and red earth and ocean foam and moonlight and sonatas and books and art galleries and passion and kindness and sorrow and ectasy and of fingers touching from under a burqua...."

Do You Ever Wish for Numbness?

“I can't control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be. There's only now, there's only here. Give in to love or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day but today.”

“What Women Want: To be loved, to be listened to, to be desired, to be respected, to be needed, to be trusted, and sometimes, just to be held. What Men Want: Tickets for the world series.”

“Maybe if I share the path I walk then a little more of your pain will vanish. I want you to heal, whoever you are. I don't care what pain you've brought the world, I just want yours to subside. No matter what, your path is yours. Dont follow misery or worry. Devote every moment of your life to improving your dreams. Love your world. Cherish the good you do. Let go of hatred. Dream of love.”

“Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you cannot bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond the pain.”

“All our young lives we search for someone to love. We choose partners, change partners... all the while wondering if there's someone, somewhere, searching for us.”

“When I say, "I love you," it's not because I want you or because I can't have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are.”

“They say true love only comes around once and you have to hold out and be strong until then. I have been waiting. I have been searching. I am a man under the moon, walking the streets of earth until dawn. There's got to be someone for me. It's not too much to ask. Just someone to be with. Someone to love. Someone to give everything to. Someone.”

“I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.”

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”

"To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.”

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Dear Mother.......

Anything goes
When everything's gone
When you lose all hope
There ain't no right or wrong
You can reach out
But you can't hold on
Anything goes
When everything's gone...

...Somewhere in time
She crossed the line
Where feelings are all gone
...She'll warm a stranger's bed
With a heart that's cold as stone.

And she cries
Anything goes'
Cause everything's gone
When you lose all hope
There ain't no right or wrong.
You can reach out
But you can't hold on
Anything goes
When everything's gone...

My Life at This Moment...

"There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who won't anymore, and who always will. So dont worry about people from your past, theres a reason why they didnt make it to your future"