But nobody writes fairy talesabout the ugly and poemsare not there for the brokenand I will never find myselfin the words of a hymnnor will any whispered prayerever say my name(which name, which meam I looking for?)because I am shoutingat a cross splintered into piecesby my angry fists, and cryingat the stained glass fallinglike killing rain around me. Miriam Joy
No woman wants to be in submission to a man who isn't in submission to God!
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T.d. Jakes
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Ally Condie
You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not...
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James Joyce
There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.
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Shannon L. Alder
More Quotes By Miriam Joy
It’s voyeuristic the way you searchfor answers in these cries for help, and how you see Death’s fingersbut always think they’re paintbrushes.
I felt happier yesterday. I do not feel happy today — I feelabandoned and godless and brokenin a church built for the damnedwith artificial light through stained glassand warped wooden doors.
I am still trying and trying to exorcise youbut you cling to me like mud or bloodstains, like a battlefield fought in my imaginationevery day that I raise my pen against the swordyou used to slice my heart into small, bitter pieces.
When I wake from my nightmares I’m more afraid of the breath in my lungs than whatever might be chasing me.
But nobody writes fairy talesabout the ugly and poemsare not there for the brokenand I will never find myselfin the words of a hymnnor will any whispered prayerever say my name(which name, which meam I looking for?)because I am shoutingat a cross splintered into piecesby...
