Debbie "DJ"

“If our hearts are closed, if our hearts are made of stone, the stones find their way into our hands and we are ready to throw them.”
― Pope Francis

“Oh, Moon, upon me shine-
Give back his life, instead take mine.
Send back his heart, return his breath.
Please release him from his death.
Give back his eyes, bring back his voice.
I willingly have made this choice.
Hand back his plans, restore his mind,
I willingly grant you mine.
Oh, Moon, Oh, Stars, upon me glow-
Tell the river to let go.”
― Ann M. Noser from HOW TO DATE DEAD GUYS

“Some of us are fated to live in a box from which there is only temporary release. We of the damned-up spirits, of the thwarted feelings, of the blocked hearts, and the pent-up thoughts, we who long to blast out, flood forth in a torrent of rage or joy or even madness, but there is nowhere for us to go, nowhere in the world because no one will have us as we are, and there is nothing to do except to embrace the secret pleasures of our sublimations, the arc of a sentence, the kiss of a rhyme, the image that forms on paper or canvas, the inner cantata, the cloistered embroidery, the dark and dreaming needlepoint from hell or heaven or purgatory or none of those three, but there must be some sound and fury from us, some clashing cymbals in the void.”
― Siri Hustvedt, The Summer Without Men

“Our backs tell stories
no books have the spine to carry”
― Rupi Kaur