Head In The Clouds

““Too much imagination. Too much creativity. That’s why dreamers don’t succeed in the real world.” they told me. “I know,” I replied. “But in all the worlds I’ve created I was free—and I was alive—and I was loved. And I still am.””

“Marvelously beautiful. She had a candid mind, easily susceptible to emotion; one moment she would be crying, the next laughing. Like sunshine after a shower. I can still see her lying against her pink cushion and looking at me, as I read, with her great blue yes.”

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

“The best kind of people are the ones that come into your life, and make you see the sun where you once saw clouds. The people that believe in you so much, you start to believe in you too. The people that love you, simply for being you.”

“I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural and that’s real.”

“Write because you want to communicate with yourself. Write because you want to communicate with someone else. Write because life is weird and tragic and amazing. Write because talking is difficult. Write because it polishes the heart. Write because you can. Write because you can’t. Write because there is a blackbird outside of my window right now and oh my god isn’t that the best start to the day? Write because you’re trying to figure yourself out. Write because you might not ever figure yourself out. Write because there still aren’t enough love poems in the world.”

“A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about them.”

“Dark red roses are blooming inside me.”

“You cannot understand how much patience I need in order not to lose my patience, so that I can withstand all this misfortune all by myself.”

“You have to stop thinking you’ll be stuck in your situation forever. We feel like our heart will never heal or we’ll never get out of this impossible struggle. Don’t confuse a season for a lifetime. Even your trials have an expiration date. You will grow, life will change, and things will work out.”

“I wish to experience the sort of love that compels the dipping of my burning face in softly piled snow.”