185 Quotes by Atticus Poetry

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

True artcomes from flying with the madnessso close you burn your eyelashes.

And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.

EVERYTHINGWE LOVE ISWELL ARRANGED DUST. - ATTICUS

I’ll let you into my heart but wipe your feet at the door.

One day I’ll paint the perfect sunset-- if I can only find the words.

She was too busy wishing on shooting stars to see the dreams come true around her.

Break my heart and you will find yourself inside. 

She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.