Quotes added on Saturday, April 30 2016

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Inspiration moves one from Pessimism to Optimism, from Doubt to Faith, from Despair to Hope, and from Darkness to Light!- RVM

When my world is falling apart, when there's no light to break up the dark, that's when I look at you. When the waves are flooding the shore and I can't find my way home anymore, that's when I look at you.

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         There are stars in your dark side brighter than 
  THe sun.

Lately, I have felt trapped and stretched thin, exhausted and beaten — as though the present is an ocean and every moment ahead of me is an impregnable layer of thick, solid ice and I am suffocating helplessly between them.

I have reoccurring dreams of ballerinas in straitjackets, bending completely at the waist until their bodies snap in half like weak branches. And although their torsos lay motionless their legs keep dancing and they are as graceful and agile as they ever were. When I awake I remind myself it is okay to feel constricted, it is okay to fall to pieces, but I must keep moving despite the disconnect, I must act inherently natural despite how unnatural it has all become.
     — Lucy Quin

I’ve always had a problem with saying how I feel. Not because I’m at all inadequate at conveying what goes on inside, but because much little does happen that can be dismantled into words. My chest is not flowing prose, my heart will never beat out soliloquies. Inside is a mess of a thousand different stories, like the return bin of a public library. I cannot offer anyone anything but bits and pieces and hope they understand how difficult it is to put words together that adequately explain the hurricane that is the human heart.
     — Lucy Quin

nothing is as i remember
it in the morning, all parts of me lost and floating somewhere unreachable within the darkness of the previous night. The only constant is the ever-returning light stream that slips through blind slats every morning to slice a hole in the darkness so I can breathe. Today the sun stumbles through open windows the same way I remember it doing the first morning I woke up with him. But now I wake up alone and instead of reaching for him, I reach for the sun that’s spilled all over the other side of the bed. I try to catch it in my palm and close my hand around it again and again, but I can never quite grasp it. I stop trying and slide my hand out of the sun and next to my body. I spend the day in bed watching the sun slide further and further away until the room and I are nothing but shadows.

         You'd rather make up a fantasy version of somebody in your head than be with a 
   ReaL  PeRson.

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