12 Quotes by Margo Rabb

My dad used to say that giving someone a poem is like gifting them a feeling. Everything will change from black and white into color.

If grief had a permanence, then didn't also love?

I love traveling, because you're escaping into life instead of hiding from it.

All good writers are weird. Proudly weird.

Don't search for answers. I felt like I was always searching. Literally -- when I felt depressed I'd wander online, pressing links, looking for something that would make me feel better. I'd surf from friends' photos to strangers' blog posts about how to apply makeup, to the flight message board, to Googling Will for the hundredth time--and feel worse.

I love traveling, because your escaping into life instead of hiding from it.

Love is never easy or guaranteed. Real love is a leap, you know. As you get older, you learn how hard it is, how hard everything is, how we never know if there’s ground beneath our feet, or if we’ll be hurt or heartbroken. But we leap anyway. You have to take that leap.

Lightning could strike twice, three times, or ten. When you’re on the wrong side of the odds, the odds are meaningless. They don’t protect you or give you comfort.

There’s a thing in poetry called the caesura a pause between words, a silence. I thought: that’s what real friendship is, too. Someone you can be quiet with. Someone who understands your mistakes and forgives you.