Elizabeth Scott
Elizabeth Scott
alex award beautiful butterfly enduring funeral grace life released serve since spoke tribute
Shortly before she died, Alex spoke to us about butterflies, and we released them at her funeral as a beautiful tribute to her life. Since then, the butterfly has come to symbolize Alex, her life and her work. The Alexandra Scott Butterfly Award will serve as an enduring tribute to her memory, and we congratulate Grace as this year's winner.
beautiful thinking love-is
I think love is huge, overwhelming. I think it's terrible and beautiful.
beautiful fall heart
I've been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn't like that at all. It is beautiful, but it's a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall-you fall, and the thing is- The thing is you want to. You don't care what's coming you just want who your heart beats for.
beautiful perfect ends
All the things I've thought about love are true. It's beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings. This is mine.
beautiful stupid red
And you… do you know what you are?” “Stupid?” “Beautiful,” he says, his face turning red.
beautiful perfect together
He is nothing to look at, and yet I can’t stop looking at him. There is something beautiful in how his face is made, how all the tiny flaws blend together into something more perfect than perfection could ever be.
easy home judgment side town
It's real easy for someone on the other side of town to make a judgment call, but this is my home and it has been for 36 years.
call phone
There's never been a sign, there's never been a letter. The only phone call they got was from me.
almost city known manager mayor project voted yes
This council, this mayor and the city manager has known about this project for almost to years. They had already voted yes on it.
hurt feelings hurt-feelings
I'd forgotten how much feelings hurt.
long stories forgotten
She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.
matter firsts stills
I liked him first, but it doesn't matter. I still like him. That doesn't matter either. Or at least, it's not supposed to.
thinking want taste
I don't know how I know that, but I do. I can feel the beat of that truth inside me. Taste it bitter on my tongue. Sometimes, like now, I didn't think I want to know who I really am.
sweet pain heart
He's looking at me as if the whole world waits for my next breath, with an intensity that makes my heart pound and my palms sweat and then he smiles, a sweet curve of his mouth, and my breath catches, but then I freeze because there is something about it, something beyond it that I know, that makes my mind go blank with fear and pain.