Quotes About Cradling

Poetry is the harnessing of the paradox of earth cradling life and then entombing it.

A pile of timber, remains of either a house or a ship, huddled like a frightened child, cradling a glint of metal in

That's how we find our way outward and onward. By holding onto beauty hardest. By cradling it like the cure that it is. By making it realer than anything ever was. The rest is just monsters and ghosts.