Andrea Gibson Quotes - Page 4

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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?

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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