53 Quotes About Wild-heart

It’s plain to see that the romance has slightly slipped from the Bohemian lifestyle. But we’re literary Gypsies, all of us, and it’s only recently that we’re starting to realise we’re not alone. The Internet is connecting all the healers and storytellers, the wild people and mystics, the writers and painters, and the ones who are slightly cracked. I’ve always loved wild people.

The trails she blazedUnexplored passionAnd the exquisite notesOf stories she keepsShe is wild beautyOne couldn't dare resist knowing- Wild Callings -

We are the young and reckless hearts,destined to fly, and fall, and fly again.
The world doesn’t treat the wild souls well,because maybe it doesn’t quite understand.But in the end it remembers the super novasthat burned so bright we blinded them all.

Picture a guy; he’s been surfing all day, the sun’s going down, and he grabs his guitar which he then carries to his favourite place where the waves crash against the rocks. And he just sits there, watching the sunset and composing songs with his guitar.Now, how ‘off tha rip’ is a surfer / musician like this?

You are not too much. You have never been too much. You will never be too much. The very idea is preposterous. Because you were born to be you. All of you. Not a tiny acceptable sliver. Not a watered down version with colors dulled and edges softened. No. You were meant to be every last pulsing-bleeding-loving-crying-feeling bit.

You have never been as beautiful as you will be through our eyes. You will have never known that the hard edge of your hipbone was worthy of poetry, or the curve of your smile or the husk of your voice or the caress of your cheek against our own. But if we love you, we will turn you into a poem. You will be made immortal by the power of our words. You can count on this.Let it happen.

If you’re going to love a poet you should know this. Our words are our truths. Our blood hums with verse. We break easily. Our words save us. Our stanzas keep us alive. If we loved you at all, we loved you truly. And you will never leave us but live under our skin and beneath the tips of our fingers and in the ink spill on blank page.Because poetry, like some love, is forever.

These words and these stories can save a life.Who knows – maybe even your own.

You’re either part of the problem or part of the solution. There are no bystanders who get to claim no impact. What mark will you leave on this world?