53 Quotes About Wild-heart

They judged me like they would judge themselves and that's what they could never understand, we are all human but we are not the same.

Butterflies are beautiful, but the process of emerging from the chrysalis and spreading your wings can hurt like fucking hell. But still, you will survive the transformation (over and over again) and you will fly. Remember this when it hurts the most. This is the metamorphosis, the going down to liquid, and the rising again. It’s no joke – but damn, it’s one hell of a journey.

I think people give up, because it's the easy option, but my goodness; why would giving up be easy? Your living your life chasing anything to fill the void of what came about when you let go of everything that mattered? I'd rather fight like mad, for everything that will ever matter, because giving in to anything that doesn't will never cure the dream.

I know the hard ground and the taste of the salt water I’m made of and the way even getting out of bed feels impossible some days. I know how some moments there’s not even enough air.I know the desperate and the bargains you want to make with the universe and every last prayer you’ve prayed to gods you don’t even believe in.But stupid? No, love.Not stupid. Not you. You are infinitely, impossibly, beautifully human.

You alone own your story. Do not let another tell it, and if you find yourself in the company of one determined to rewrite your words or own your narrative, fight like hell until you hold it again. There is little in life that is solely ours. Your story is one of those priceless few things. It is beyond precious. The people meant to be In your life will only strengthen your voice, not take it from you.

Deep yearning isn’t deep love; it is all the unmet expectations rising to the surface of your soul.

She was always fighting a battle but her smile would never tell you so.

Poetry has a long, long memory. After our love is long gone, we will still be reading your poems. You will not be the only one whose heart this breaks. Know that we will stand , reading the words written about our love – and we will ache for you The body will remember the way you shifted and sighed as skin met skin and those words will pay tribute to the lines that were composed while we moved through this world together. Because of this, we will never truly forget you.Let us remember.

The less I know – the more the world opens up, wide and waiting.This is how I have come to understand the taste of freedom.I am filled with resistance. But still, I am here.One letter on this screen at a time, I am here. Neck aching and back bent and eyes burning, I am here.This is what it means to show up.This is what it means to trust the calling.This is what It means to write.