We can’t always see the scatters and tatters of a broken heart. Kindness is due to all fellow beings — we never know the invisible hurts they’re enduring.
—Terri Guillemets
We can’t always see the scatters and tatters of a broken heart. Kindness is due to all fellow beings — we never know the invisible hurts they’re enduring.
—Terri Guillemets
Our bodies are the burial grounds of dead time.
—Terri Guillemets
“Time! where didst thou those years inter
Which I have seene decease?” —Wm. Habington
How can something bother you if you won’t let it?
—Terri Guillemets
Chase down your passion like it’s the last bus of the night.
—Terri Guillemets
Death bumps into life many times as just a passerby — says excuse me then goes on his way.
—Terri Guillemets
Writing poetry
is letting go —
once the words leave your pen
they’re out of your soul —
and the therapy has begun.
—Terri Guillemets
To journal is a present of the past to your future self.
—Terri Guillemets
Be thou not ashamed of lust —
desire was born in primal dust
it mingled with the seas of life
to make the mud we know as love
—Terri Guillemets
To burn one book is to burn the entire library.
—Terri Guillemets
There’s nothing like a mama-hug.
—Terri Guillemets
Art is when you hear a knocking from your soul — and you answer.
—Terri Guillemets
Even the sun can’t shine on an entire world at once.
—Terri Guillemets
Life is like running with scissors
naked through freezing blizzards
—Terri Guillemets