Quotes from Terri Guillemets

I wear a coat of angels' breath and warm myself with His love.

Did you ever stop to taste a carrot? Not just eat it, but taste it? You can't taste the beauty and energy of the earth in a Twinkie.

You're not quite sure what it means but the words are so beautiful you know it must be profound.

Don't be mean when you've had a bad day. Be nice, and your day will get better.

You can never worry your way to enlightenment.

Reach up (to accept blessings). Bend down (to respect humbly). Reach out (to give freely).

I live in the dry dusty desert Where we're always short on water And even if the sun fell upon us It couldn't get any hotter.

Grammar stops at love, and at art.

My childhood smells like a box of Crayola crayons.

My younger passions are still listening, as I age.

Some authors write with a grave ink, of a dramatic pen dipped into their dark souls.

The mind can cook up very subtle syndromes to throw at our bodies.

A sold poem loses half its meaning.

Even when the future's not certain, our hearts can still be certain — of love and happiness and all that's good.

Skipping subtracts years from your heart, adds joy to your life, multiplies your happiness, and divides your stress. It's a prime exercise, and I count it among one of my greatest blessings.

Skipping exercises your happiness muscles.

My kettle coughs a steamy tea.

Some secrets are fires so scorching, the only way to quench the burn is to tell someone.

Your heart is a sun— Joy its stars, Faith a moon, shining in your darkness....

Life is great. Don't let circumstances and society fool you into believing it's not.

I like the snot to run a little, the tears to accumulate a bit before reaching for the handkerchief. Then I know I'm really crying. Crying just isn't crying unless it's messy.

Scars tell us more about the future than the past, about how we can live strong despite any pain we've been through.

Ink surrounds me all the time On my bed sheets, recorded in rhyme Quills 'ever scribbling in my head Sometimes damnit I forget what they said. Ink has settled into my fingerprints But to keep the words I fear to rinse...

I skip to the heartbeat of my angel.