And faced with what seemed like a staggering number of possibilities, I quit.
But nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
I grasp, I hold fast, I hold firmly to this hand, anyone’s, with love, with hatred; it does not matter which.
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.
But maybe we have to break everything to make something better of ourselves.
Sometimes, it’s those things you can’t touch that you need to hold on to the most.
Anything, anything to stop drowning in this dull, trivial and cowardly existence.
The ghosts don’t haunt us. That’s not how it works. They’re present among us because we won’t let go of them.
We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.
And there will come a time when you believe everything is finished; that will be the beginning.
It is the artist’s business to create sunshine when the sun fails
So I will turn myself into a gun, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own.
But the only thing I know is this: I am full of wounds and still standing on my feet.
Sadness, like understanding, comes early in life for some. It is part of intelligence.”—I pieced together my favorite quotes (in random order) and I just reread it all together and it sounds like a poem (via adrianaintheraw)