With all this snow, with the sun not there, with the cold and dreariness, this place doesn't look like my America, doesn't even look real. It's like we are in a terrible story, like we're in the crazy parts of the Bible, there where God is busy punishing people for their sins and is making them miserable with all the weather. The sky, for example, has stayed white all this time I have been here, which tells you that something is not right. Even the stones know that a sky is supposed to be blue, like our sky back home, which is blue, so blue you can spray Clorox on it and wipe it with a paper towel and it wouldn't even come off. . NoViolet Bulawayo
Even After All this time The Sun never says to the Earth, "You owe me." Look What happens With a love like that, It lights the whole sky.
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Unknown
If I were rain, That joins sky and earth that otherwise never touch, Could I join two hearts as well?
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Tite Kubo
So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and...
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Charlotte Eriksson
I once had a dreams of becoming a beautiful poet, but upon an unfortunate series of events some of those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I...
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Lana Del Rey
That's a misconception, Lennie. The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.
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Jandy Nelson
More Quotes By NoViolet Bulawayo
Generally the men always tried to appear strong; they walked tall, heads upright, arms steady at the sides, and feet firmly planted like trees. Solid, Jericho walls of men. But when they went out in the bush to relieve themselves and nobody was looking, the...
Running and chanting, the word change in the air like it's something you can grab and put in your mouth and sink your teeth into.
Because we were not in our country, we could not use our own languages, and so when we spoke our voices came out bruised.
I am starting to talk fast now, and I have to remember to slow down because when I get excited, I start to sound like myself and my American accent goes away.
And they had nothing, except of course memories, their own, and those passed down by their mothers and mothers' mothers. A nation's memory.
