Daniel Ischay

“Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smiled among the winter’s snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe”
― William Blake, William Blake : Songs of Innocence, and Songs of Experience

“I was a passive aggressive coward. That sort of thing clung to your flesh like a smell, rot turned inside out. People could sense it on you; it caused them to be distrustful. It was hard to make friends when you had the smell, hard to keep them when you did make them. You held back from them and they held back from you, an even trade of nothingness.”
― Tarryn Fisher, Atheists Who Kneel and Pray

“Even a dog mocks a lion when the lion is inside a cage.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears”
― William Blake, William Blake : Songs of Innocence, and Songs of Experience