“I write to find strength.
I write to become the person that hides inside me.
I write to light the way through the darkness for others.
I write to be seen and heard.
I write to be near those I love.
I write by accident, promptings, purposefully and anywhere there is paper.
I write because my heart speaks a different language that someone needs to hear.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure.
I write because hypocrisy doesn’t need answers, rather it needs questions to heal.
I write myself out of nightmares.
I write because I am nostalgic, romantic and demand happy endings.
I write to remember.
I write knowing conversations don’t always take place.
I write because speaking can’t be reread.
I write to sooth a mind that races.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in the sand.
I write because my emotions belong to the moon; high tide, low tide.
I write knowing I will fall on my words, but no one will say it was for very long.
I write because I want to paint the world the way I see love should be.
I write to provide a legacy.
I write to make sense out of senselessness.
I write knowing I will be killed by my own words, stabbed by critics, crucified by both misunderstanding and understanding.
I write for the haters, the lovers, the lonely, the brokenhearted and the dreamers.
I write because one day someone will tell me that my emotions were not a waste of time.
I write because God loves stories.
I write because one day I will be gone, but what I believed and felt will live on.”
―
I write to become the person that hides inside me.
I write to light the way through the darkness for others.
I write to be seen and heard.
I write to be near those I love.
I write by accident, promptings, purposefully and anywhere there is paper.
I write because my heart speaks a different language that someone needs to hear.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure.
I write because hypocrisy doesn’t need answers, rather it needs questions to heal.
I write myself out of nightmares.
I write because I am nostalgic, romantic and demand happy endings.
I write to remember.
I write knowing conversations don’t always take place.
I write because speaking can’t be reread.
I write to sooth a mind that races.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in the sand.
I write because my emotions belong to the moon; high tide, low tide.
I write knowing I will fall on my words, but no one will say it was for very long.
I write because I want to paint the world the way I see love should be.
I write to provide a legacy.
I write to make sense out of senselessness.
I write knowing I will be killed by my own words, stabbed by critics, crucified by both misunderstanding and understanding.
I write for the haters, the lovers, the lonely, the brokenhearted and the dreamers.
I write because one day someone will tell me that my emotions were not a waste of time.
I write because God loves stories.
I write because one day I will be gone, but what I believed and felt will live on.”
―
“În orice caz, da, frica a fost pur și simplu problema mare a perioadei mele de școlaritate: zăvorul ei.
De aceea, urgența mea, când am devenit profesor, a fost să îngrijesc frica celor mai slabi dintre elevii mei pentru a ace zăvorul să se deschidă, pentru ca informația să aibă șansa să circule”
― Chagrin d'école
De aceea, urgența mea, când am devenit profesor, a fost să îngrijesc frica celor mai slabi dintre elevii mei pentru a ace zăvorul să se deschidă, pentru ca informația să aibă șansa să circule”
― Chagrin d'école
“Speranța mă îmbrățișează, mă ține în brațele ei, stergându-mi lacrimile și spunându-mi că azi, mâine și poimâine voi fi bine, și sunt atât de fericită, încât chiar îndrăznesc să cred totul.”
― Shatter Me
― Shatter Me
“Întotdeauna îmi pun întrebări despre picăturile de ploaie. Mă întreb de ce cad mereu, poticnindu-se de propriile lor picioare, rupându-le și uitând să-și deschidă parașutele când coboară din cer spre un sfârșit nesigur. E ca și cum cineva își golește buzunarele deasupra pământului și nu pare să-i pese unde cade conținutul lor, nu pare să-i pese că picăturile de ploaie explodează când lovesc pâmântul, că se spulberă când cad [...]”
― Shatter Me
― Shatter Me
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