Andrea Gibson Quotes

I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society.

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

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

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

Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys.

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.

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.

We have to create; it is the only thing louder than destruction.

I'm not lookin' for someone who can save me. Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I've got places I wanna go. So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems you will burn someday.

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.

Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.

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.

Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

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

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

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

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

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

Know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay.

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.

I have never met a heavy heart that wasn’t a phone booth with a red cape inside Some people will never understand the kind of superpower it takes for some people to just walk outside Some days I know my smile looks like the gutter of a falling house But my hands are always holding tight to the ripchord of believing

I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts

Touch me ‘til my ribs become piano keys, ‘til there is sheet music scrolled across the inside of my lungs.

My heart is a parachute that has never opened in time.

I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color, but I’ve seen flowers bloom at midnight. I’ve seen kites fly in gray skies and they were real close to looking like the sunrise, and sometime it takes the most wounded wings the most broken things to notice how strong the breeze is, how precious the flight.

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

You have a heart of gold and I am kneeling in your bloodstream panning for the only thing that has ever felt like home.

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.

I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become.

In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you'll write back soon. Tell me you'll still come untethered.

It's your worst sin saving your f***ing life; It's the devil's knife carving holes into your soul so angels have a way to make their way inside; Life doesn't rhyme. Still, life is poetry, not math. The whole world's a stage, but the stage is a meditation mat. You tilt your head back; you breathe. when your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain.

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are.

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

Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.

Cause I might be naked and lonely Shaking branches for bones But I'm still time zones away From who I was the day before we met You were the first mile Where my heart broke a sweat And I wish you were here I wish you'd never left But mostly I wish you well I wish you my very very best.

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

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

..when a war ends, what does that look like exactly? do the cells in the body stop detonating themselves? does the orphanage stop screaming for its mother? when the sand in the desert has been melted down to glass and our reflection is not something we can stand to look at does the white flag make for a perfect blindfold? yesterday i was told a story about this little girl in Iraq, six-years-old, who cannot fall asleep because when she does she dreams of nothing but the day she watched her dog eat her neighbor's corpse. if you told her war is over do you think she can sleep?

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.

What I know about living is the pain is never just ours Every time I hurt I know the wound is an echo So I keep a listening to the moment the grief becomes a window When I can see what I couldn’t see before, through the glass of my most battered dream, I watched a dandelion lose its mind in the wind and when it did, it scattered a thousand seeds. So the next time I tell you how easily I come out of my skin, don’t try to put me back in just say here we are together at the window aching for it to all get better

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.

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

I know this world is far from perfect. I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon. I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river that has to run through the center of our hearts to find its way home.

Lately I've been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and how I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be. And when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: before I die, I want to be somebody's favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

You keep worrying you’re taking up too much space. I wish you’d let yourself be the milky way.

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