Alva Horton

“Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“Should we not create—should we not become—before we reproduce? Our responsibility to life is to create the higher, not to reproduce the lower.”
― Irvin D. Yalom, When Nietzsche Wept: A Novel Of Obsession

“Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women, kitchen of love, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes, the men, they come with keys, and sometimes the men, they come with hammers.”
― Warsan Shire

“Where did you get those big eyes?
My mother.
And where did you get those lips?
My mother.
And the loneliness?
My mother.
And that broken heart?
My mother.
And the absence, where did you get that?
My father.”
― Warsan Shire