Top 103 Quotes & Sayings by Andrea Gibson - Page 2

How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?

We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways, but you still have to call it a birthday.

I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching pores today i cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.

If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.

To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars.

Fear is only a verb if you let it be. Don't you dare let go of my hand!

But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever

This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.

If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?

You are not weak just because your heart feels so empty.

A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.

Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.

Remember, you didn’t come here to write your heart out. You came to write it in.

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime

I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same.

We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night.

Love isn't always magic. Sometimes it's just melting.

And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the un-forgiven. We never sold our windpipes to make a living. We were the letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.

None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.

Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen for this dark alley love song? For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies?

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.

I thought, "The flowers, save the flowers..." I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people

Right now there’s a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side there’s a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for.

My heart is still a leather jacket I am waiting to give to someone sweet.

This is my body. It is no one's but mine.

Hey, are you a boy or a — never mind, can I have a push on the swing?” And some day, y’all, when we grow up, it’s all gonna be that simple.

Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys.

Safety isn't always safe. You can find one on every gun.

Say this is what the pain made of you: an open, open, open road, an avalanche of feel it all.

she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing

Yes, I like girls; Yes, I like boys; I like boys who like boys; I like girls who wear toys and girls who don't; I like girls who don't call themselves girls; Crew cuts or curls or that really bad hair phase in between.

Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.

What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them.

Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.

We're boxed in and labeled before we're ever able to speak who we believe we are or who we dream we'll become.

So guess what, if I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid and the kid with the stutter like a skipping record 'cause I know all of us are scratched, even if you can't hear it when we speak.

The holy have done more damage to this world than the devil ever could.