Andrea Gibson quotes:

But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever

Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.

You can find me on the moon waxing and waning. My heart full of petals, every single one begging 'Love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I become.'

Touch me 'til my ribs become piano keys.

To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.

I could never trust anyone who's well adjusted to a sick society.

I'm good at loving books. I'm good at loving soft bed sheets. I'm good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can't love me back, that don't have the power to leave. And maybe, that's why I love them.

Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.

This is my heartbeat like yours, it is a hatchet It can build a house or tear one down.

That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.

You have a heart of gold and I am kneeling in your bloodstream panning for the only thing that has ever felt like home.

I'm not lookin' for someone who can save me. Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I've got places I wanna go. So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems you will burn someday.

I listened to the bells on the doorand stole more than enough bottles for myselfto understand that everyone's chestis a living room wallwith awkwardly placed photographshiding fist-shaped holes.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling likethey're falling in love with the ground.

Cause I might be naked and lonely Shaking branches for bones But I'm still time zones away From who I was the day before we met You were the first mile Where my heart broke a sweat And I wish you were here I wish you'd never left But mostly I wish you well I wish you my very very best.

Every lover is a storm chaser. Every good heart has lost its roof.

I don't have a single plan for my life more important than learning to love people well.

You never wish on shooting stars. You wish on the ones that have the courage to shine where they are.

I know you think this world is too dark to even dream in color,but I've seen flowers bloom at midnight.I've seen kites fly in gray skiesand they were real close to looking like the sunrise,and sometime it takes the most wounded wingsthe most broken thingsto notice how strong the breeze is,how precious the flight.

I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.

Let me also say I wanna make you sandwhiches, And soup, And peanut butter cookies, Though, the truth is peanutbutter is actually really bad for you 'cause they grow peanuts in old cotton fields to clean the toxins out of the soil, But hey, you like peanutbutter and I like you!

Love is the only war worth dying for. But every time I say 'please, come back', I feel like I'm trying to find a dirty needle into a haystack.

Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion, or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

Sometimes the break in your heart is like the hole in the flute. Sometimes itâ??s the place where the music comes through.

Lately I've been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and how I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be. And when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: before I die, I want to be somebody's favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

Know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay.

Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?

I said to the sun, â??Tell me about the big bang.â?? The sun said, â??it hurts to become.

Baby, I have no idea how this will end. Maybe the equator will fall like a hula hoop from the earth's hips and our mouths will freeze mid-kiss on our 80th anniversary or maybe tomorrow my absolute insanity combined with the absolute obstacle course of your communication skills will leave us like a love letter in a landfill. But whatever, however, whenever this ends I want you to know that right now, I love you forever.

I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday and tonight I will borrow only pieces of who I am today to carry with me to tomorrow.

Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.

My heart is a parachute that has never opened in time.

I know this world is far from perfect. I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon. I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic. But every ocean has a shoreline and every shoreline has a tide that is constantly returning to wake the songbirds in our hands, to wake the music in our bones, to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river that has to run through the center of our hearts to find its way home.

For Halloween I'm gonna be emotionally stable. No one's gonna know it's me.

and I wonder if Beethoven held his breath the first time his fingers touched the keys the same way a soldier holds his breath the first time his finger clicks the trigger. We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.

In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget how to hold myself together. So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you'll write back soon. Tell me you'll still come untethered.

I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I'd rather be left for dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.

I have always been comfortable weathering the storm. Iâ??d like to get more comfortable weathering the sunny day.

Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.

It's your worst sin saving your f***ing life; It's the devil's knife carving holes into your soul so angels have a way to make their way inside; Life doesn't rhyme. Still, life is poetry, not math. The whole world's a stage, but the stage is a meditation mat. You tilt your head back; you breathe. when your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and you pray for rain.

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back. There is no bruise like the bruise loneliness kicks into your spine.

Love is like sunshine. Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there. I want to know that I'm here.

I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts

How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?

..when a war ends, what does that look like exactly? do the cells in the body stop detonating themselves? does the orphanage stop screaming for its mother? when the sand in the desert has been melted down to glass and our reflection is not something we can stand to look at does the white flag make for a perfect blindfold? yesterday i was told a story about this little girl in Iraq, six-years-old, who cannot fall asleep because when she does she dreams of nothing but the day she watched her dog eat her neighbor's corpse. if you told her war is over do you think she can sleep?

Say this is what the pain made of you:

A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. thatâ??s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.

We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways, but you still have to call it a birthday.

I know a thousand things louder than a soldier's gun; I know the heartbeat of his mother.

We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.

You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the front row of your own class. You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay. Everything you feel is okay.

We all have bullets beneath our skin we pray our lovers won't flinch at when they find.

We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night...

Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.

I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same.

The holy have done more damage to this world than the devil ever could.

I thought, "The flowers, save the flowers..." I never thought for a second we wouldn't save the people

You are not weak just because your heart feels so empty.

What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them.

If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.

When your heart is broken, you plant seeds in the cracks and pray for rain.

Fear is only a verb if you let it be. Don't you dare let go of my hand!

The trauma said, â??Donâ??t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

We're boxed in and labeled before we're ever able to speak who we believe we are or who we dream we'll become.

None of us are pretty, but our ugly has an alibi.

We have to create; it is the only thing louder than destruction.

Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching pores today i cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.

I am wrong more often than i am writing and even then i am often wrong

My heart is still a leather jacket I am waiting to give to someone sweet.

And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the un-forgiven. We never sold our windpipes to make a living. We were the letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.

Safety isn't always safe. You can find one on every gun.

So guess what, if I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid and the kid with the stutter like a skipping record 'cause I know all of us are scratched, even if you can't hear it when we speak.

she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing

Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen for this dark alley love song? For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies?

Everything but "I LOVE YOU" is small talk.

I'm never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back and I'm never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already.

If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?

Yes, I like girls; Yes, I like boys; I like boys who like boys; I like girls who wear toys and girls who don't; I like girls who don't call themselves girls; Crew cuts or curls or that really bad hair phase in between.

Love isn't always magic. Sometimes it's just melting.

This is my body. It is no one's but mine.

But when I thought I hit bottom, it started hitting back.

You can have a cold war with yourself, even in the summertime

Your ignorance keeps dismembering every piece of patience I have left.

Someday we will dare to trade good for true