I know you have seen things you wish you hadn't. You have done things you wish you could take back. And you wonder why you were thrown into the thick of it all - why you had to suffer the way you did. And as you are sitting there alone and hurting, I wish I could put a pen in your hand and gently remind you how the world has given you poetry and now you must give it back. Lang Leav, Memories |
... the only trick of friendship, I think, is to find people who are better than you are - not smarter, not cooler, but kinder and more generous, and more forgiving - and then appreciate them for what they can teach you, and try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad - or good - it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well. Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life |
The one thing you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can. The moment that you feel that just possibly you are walking down the street naked…that’s the moment you may be starting to get it right. Neil Gaiman, Make Good Art |
We called ourselves alchemists, or artists, and sometimes we thought we were gods. We worked our magic, carving words into walls in wee hours, carving rhymes intertwined between lines, in those secret places or sacred spaces and we tried to leave our mark on anything at all. Our words were our power, and we’d let you believe we were desirous of our isolation, and not born of it. We’d never admit that we’d picked up a pen in the absence of ears that would hear us, or that we wrote because our sorrow was heard, only when we’d learned to weep in a way that was beautiful. Poets by Mira Hadlow |