Amber Kizer > Quotes

“Everything changes. Everything is temporary, except for the sky. When you find yourself caught up in the horrors or heroes of a lifetime, look up. Don't look down. That which is beneath our feet is liquid, but the sky, the sky is solid, constant, ever ready and ever hopeful that the sun will rise in the morning and the moon will rise at night. They don't really set, you know. They're always rising, just rising for someone else.”
― Amber Kizer, Meridian

“Love is the greatest act of faith.”
― Amber Kizer, Meridian

“What good is a quilt if it's unused? The same as a life unused. They're meant to be wrung out and frayed around the edges. That's the way of things. Always has been. Always will be. ”
― Amber Kizer, Meridian

“I pushed back my chair and leaned against the table, then swung back to Tens. 'And if you're not nicer to me I'll just wiggle my eyebrows or purse my lips or whatever the hell I do to kill everything around me and then you'll be dead. And then we'll see who gets the last laugh.”
― Amber Kizer, Meridian

“Love conquers nothing. Love provides the motivation; the person must do the rest with their own hands, heart, and feet.”
― Amber Kizer, Wildcat Fireflies

“What is it? Tens, I can see the stick up your arse from here. I'm dying remember? Dying people don't have time for silly moods”
― Amber Kizer, Meridian

“History teaches us things about ourselves, but you have to listen for the lessons. You have to be really still to hear the whispers.”
― Amber Kizer, Wildcat Fireflies

“Death is what makes life possible. It's the balance, Meridian. There always has to be balance.”
― Amber Kizer, Meridian

“Her fingers were gnarled and crooked like the roots of the oldest swamp trees. Not prissy roots of trees that grew in manicured parks and didn't understand the mess of life. These were roots forced to grow around, and down, and through, to survive.”
― Amber Kizer, Meridian

“Energy cannot be created or destroyed, but can change it's form.”
― Amber Kizer, Meridian

“It's hard to take sex ed seriously when the teachers haven't even wiggled their stuff in this millennium.”
― Amber Kizer, One Butt Cheek at a Time

“Smoked sausage and a jolly tupping. Ale and folly. Fickle bosoms and bar fights. That is the sum of experiences my souls gathered from their lives. Why do I attract all the unsophisticated fancy men? For once could one love the opera and his mother?
—Lucinda Myer, b. 1702-d. 1808”
― Amber Kizer, Meridian

“I'm eclipsed by my role in the world”
― Amber Kizer, Meridian

“If you live long enough, you learn time is an illusion created by men who fear death. The clocks and watches worshipped by those who deny the inevitable. There is power in acknowledging we are not the ones in control.”
― Amber Kizer

“You're not from around here, are you? Can't be. Why would we name it I-YOU-POO-Y? Really? Say the letters. I-U-P-U-I.”
― Amber Kizer, Wildcat Fireflies

“For all their weirdness, I LOVE the penis people. I don't understand them. I can't imagine I'll ever learn their language of grunting and scratching, but I'm going to try. If I have to devote my life to learning, I will do it. I can't explain the compulsion that is me thinking about Stephen now. Or just watching a boy walk by and wondering what is going on inside his head. To have him want to play with my hair and take me exciting places. To touch his amazingly fabulous butt and not be arrested for assault.
Don't they have a distinct smell? When do they start producing that spicy, manly, different-from-me scent? I don't mean the sweaty, take-a-shower odor, but the yummy soap and a hint of cologne. The kind of scent that makes me want to inhale in their general vicinity just because I can.
I get fluttery and gooey and cease to function at higher levels. Like I shut down except for feeling things; like the hot rays of Stephen's manliness and the solid rock of femur and muscle under his denim cargo pants.”
― Amber Kizer, One Butt Cheek at a Time

“Be the cockroach”
― Amber Kizer, A Matter of Days

“world fell more silent with each death,”
― Amber Kizer, A Matter of Days

“We collapsed trying to get our breath back. Warm, full, and relaxed, the world pixilated and I fell into a deep sleep, devoid of the usual nightmarish flashbacks. At least for a while.”
― Amber Kizer, A Matter of Days

“Love is a precious gift – one without strings”
― Amber Kizer, Meridian