Quotes from Sarah Kay

You're just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else-- find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.

She makes tea by hand. Nettles, slippery elm, turmeric, cinnamon - my mother is a recipe for warm throats and belly laughs. Once she fell off a ladder when I was three. She says all she was worried about was my face as I watched her fall.

I love you as much as the ocean kisses the shore no matter how many times it is sent away.

And I know we live in different worlds, and we're always really busy, but in my dreams you spin around me so fast, I always wake up dizzy. So maybe one day you'll grow tired of the road and roll on back to me.

Fingers interlocked like a beautiful accordion of flesh or a zipper of prayer

When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle jumping.

There's nothing more beautiful then the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away.

Practice does not make perfect. Practice makes permanent. Repeat the same mistakes over and over, and you don't get any closer to Carnegie Hall.

We were dandelion seeds released to the wind, she asked for no return. We are saplings now. With gentle hands.

If loving you means getting dirty, bring on the grime.

When I meet you, in that moment, I am no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past. But in that instant, I get to share a part of your present. And you get to share a part of mine. And that is the greatest present of all.

There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry.

I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

And I'm going to pain the solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.

It is hard to stop loving the ocean. Even after it has left you gasping, salty.

Our model ships look perfect in their bottles, but we do not know if they are seaworthy. Sometimes the one that reaches your harbor has already been through the storm.

This is how I disappear in pieces. This is how I leave while not moving from my seat. This is how I dance away. This is how I'm gone before you wake.

I didn't tell him that even after a crash, a key still fits the ignition. There just isn't anything left to drive.

But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar: it can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.

It does not matter how long we have been kept in cages. It does not matter how strong your gravity is. We were always meant to fly.

Be careful, darling. Your footsteps land heavy here. Your racket will wake the dragons.

I love hands like I love people. They are the maps and compasses with which we navigate our way through life, feeling our way over mountains passed and valleys crossed; they are our histories.

Getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.

Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it.