244 Quotes by Andrea Gibson

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

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.

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

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

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.

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.

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

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

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