153 Quotes About Foster-children

I guess the saying goes just when you think people aren’t looking— they are. I see now that saying goes for the good and the bad. Therefore, I always have to be aware, not only of my surroundings but of myself.

Hope swallowed fear whole as I couldn’t make room for any kind of negative thinking.

I do not know how many times I pretended to smile with moist eyes. Nobody knows how many times I pretended to smile with moist eyes because nobody noticed.

Tears have entangled in our eyelashes as I look through them—I see only the world for what it is, and it is blurry. I was born into a blurry world. I share a mirror full of tears because what you see is what you get.

I am tired of the lifeless tears. I’ve cried so many bitter tears of yesterday because tomorrow has never come. I am immune to salty tears as I drown in an ocean of tears over and over again. When will I be able to come up for air? Sadly, life dunks my head underwater again as I cry while tears are buried beneath my sheets at night.

My tears are just like how people see me—they are invisible. My tears have filled the ocean. I would think the ocean would favor me by now and offer me a life jacket.

I have had many tears stains on our cheeks. Inflamed tears from hurt and red-eye. Bullets of tears from surviving the wars and battles I have lost. Tears from suffering when they tore me apart. Exhaustion tears from always not knowing how to settle my mind.

I’ve cried a thousand tears, if not millions. Echoes of tears keep calling my name from the past, but I cannot look back. I have to keep pushing and moving forward. I cannot bury myself in my tears. Yes, it seems like I’ve cried ‘everyday' tears. However, one day, the first tear of the day will be a tear of happiness. Until then, my river of tears that continue to keep crashing will keep me alive.

Somewhere in this world, the tides are rising high and washing away the negative tides of curses that bind my life. Somewhere the sun is sprinkling some glitter on the ocean’s surface, and in the same place, a bird’s feather is gently floating in the wind. Those thoughts alone give me faith because I know somewhere in the world what I imagine is happening precisely in that order. Therefore, I know that hope and faith do exist, and the impossible is possible.