Quotes from Terri Guillemets

Heart pumps blood — and love, passion, hurt, joy, faith.

Let the rays of your heart shine on all who pass by.

Don't feed your heart anxiety — it's only hungry for love.

Don't let misery settle into your heart — welcome only love.

Soul sells life for the price of heartache.

My heart has cried a deep red grief since you've been gone, pulsing crimson pain.

Time catalogues heartbreak as love poetry.

Even though your broken heart may never heal, bless those who help hold together the pieces.

Sometimes what gets to you most isn't the large holes that get ripped from your heart but the fraying of its edges — when what held you together isn't anymore.

Love blooms petals, thorns, and nettles.

The love that makes you feel light as a feather is the love that makes your heart feel heaviest when it goes.

Heartache awaits the next love as a seed awaits the spring.

They say that time heals all wounds, but all it's done so far is give me more hours to think about how much I miss you.

Heartbreak wanders throughout the body — it's a lack of oxygen to the soul, a chain dragging from the mind, a poisoning of the blood, a sorrowful symphony drowning out all else.

A broken spirit is shattered pieces of poetry waiting to be made whole.

You flew off with the wings of my heart and left me flightless.

No volume of history is insignificant, even the worst chapters. Especially the worst chapters.

...the snail trail of history...

History is stained with the bloody ink of truth — beware historians who whitewash.

History is a tattoo of a moment in time.

Physically, our home is small and the rest of the world is large — but in our hearts, it's the other way around.

A lie is just the truth waiting to be itself.

All it takes is one bloom of hope to make a spiritual garden.

Hope springs anew from the soil of suffering.