Did I wound you, mutilate. Take away your voice. Did I cut something from you. Leave you locked in silence?
This is what you do: you sing. Every part of you. Your locks of hair sing sing, your eyes, your hands, your smile. If I listen closely I can even hear your blood.
Was I the one that took that away?
Go down to the water where we used to swim. Stand under the sky at dawn when the sky is streaked with blood. Open your mouth and shout our secret to the waves. The ocean will be your voice. You won't have to carry anything alone. Little Sister, my Spring, April. Little nightingale. Stand at the edge of the water. Your voice will come back to you. Maybe. If I am silent.
~ Francesca Lia Block, Wasteland
Live forever or die in the attempt.
~ Joseph Heller, Catch 22Sing like no one's listening, love like you've never been hurt, dance like nobody's watching, and live like its heaven on earth
~ Mark Twain
To die is nothing; but it is terrible not to live.
~ Victor Hugo, Les Miserablesthey say that time assuages, time never did assuage
~ Emily Dickinson
Someday I want to be rich. Some people get so rich they lose all respect for humanity. That's how rich I want to be.
~ Rita RudnerGo and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me where all past years are, Or who cleft the devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging
~ John Donne, Song