Spilled Ink Quotes

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“The core of your
true self
is never lost.
Let go of all the
pretending and
the becoming
you've done just
to belong.
Curl up with your
rawness and come home.
You don't have to
find yourself;
you just have to
let yourself in.”
D. Antoinette Foy

Anna Todd
“Is love always like this? Is it always so passionate, yet so damn painful?”
Anna Todd, After We Collided

“The sky never falls with the rain.
It is never weighed down by all that
it carries. It takes all of its anchors
and turns them into stars.
Learn from this.”
D. Antoinette Foy

Anna Todd
“People change and mature.”
Anna Todd, After

“My heart's scripture tastes
foreign in the mouths of
cowards and on the tongues of
those who have never breathed in
the moon and breathed out the world.”
D. Antoinette Foy

“Love is wind for the soul”
D. Antoinette Foy

“You shouldn’t chase people. You should know that you are important enough and deserve the time and attention just like everyone else. You shouldn’t run after people to prove that you matter and exist. You are worth it, more than you could ever imagine. You are a star that could sparkle on anyone’s night sky. You are everything in someone’s eyes. Remember, do not chase, let them know your worth because if you have to chase, it’s not real love. It’s not worth it.”
E.J. Cenita

“I am no longer a writer. Just an emotion. An emotion that is unable to stay within its own body, and is therefore, trying to make its way into yours.”
Zaeema J. Hussain, The Sky Is Purple

Lori Jenessa Nelson
“Pina colada kisses and cocaine nips
never lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.”
Lori Jenessa Nelson

Katherine Reay
“Honesty is easier when you have no face and no real name. And honesty, for me, is very easy on paper.”
Katherine Reay, Dear Mr. Knightley

Amanda Palmer
“I boarded the plane and kept writing, unable to stop. the ink flowing to the blank pages to the book were my lifeline. My IV, my only escape from collapsing. In that moment I understood something about my writer husband, that i had never understood before: i had a small glimpse on the act of writing something down as a direct, very viable escape from pain. I had no desire to publish this writing, I wasn´t thinking about an audience. I just needed to do it. Or else I´d weep and not being able to stop weeping. For the first time I experienced the physical truth of what was it like to dwell in the act of creation as an escape hatch from an unbearable reality.”
Amanda Palmer, The Art of Asking; or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Let People Help