25 Quotes by awakeningthewriter

How can one repay the artists who have given everything in their art? The ones whose words or paintings touch your soul and dance in your heart.The ones who care little about the money but in healing and making the world a better place. I suppose the only way to repay them is to follow your own path and to give all of yourself to your art, completely.

We have lost our way, gone away from each other, thinking we’ll never be found again. But we were always deceiving ourselves because even though we were miles apart, we were never really apart. We carried each other like the stars in the night sky, we unburdened our souls with each other’s laughs our homes stood beneath the strings of our pulsing red hearts. We were never lost we were always found.

You filled me up, I was emptyI was dull, you colored me,I was hurt, you kissed away the painI was lost, you found me.

He looked at her with tears in his eyes then uttered. " I really want to tell you to live for me. I really want to be you to the reason you wake up in the morning but that's selfish. I just hope one day you'll see why I want you to live and eventually you'll want to live for yourself".

For most of my life, I’ve felt homeless, left out in the cold, to starve and die. But I found something without even searching for it. A life-line threw out to me in the depths of my drowning. ‘Words’ I swallowed them and they restored my body. If you look closely I am no one fragments of a soul, a person, broken.They built me up, there is no me without them, every thought, every cell are words a mix. They take root in me, warm my soul, and gave me a home.

If you could stop once and open me up you’d see me, the real me- not the me I pretend to be.

In this life, you can’t expect to come into existence and never be scarred by life, life messes every one of us up, we are all pierced by its arrows and lay prey toIt’s poisons and snares. But life’s a friend because, in the end, it makes an artist out of us. Life forces us to become, to push past the boundaries that we set for ourselves, and reach for something far greater than ourselves.

Everywhere you look people want to escape, they hate their lives, they hate themselves, they hate that they are not happy, but they stay like princesses trapped in castles magically waiting for some prince to come and rescue them and give them the life of their dreams. Meanwhile, the life they crave is right there waiting for them to create, but it looks like hard work. But the people who created that life know it’s hard but choose to anyway.

Everywhere you look people want to escape, they hate their lives, they hate themselves, they hate that they are not happy, but they stay like princesses trapped in castles magically waiting for the prince to come and rescue them and give them the life of their dreams. Meanwhile, the life they crave is right there waiting for them to create, but it looks like hard work.