Angels patch the holes in our hearts. – Terri Guillemets
I used to love night best but the older I get the more treasures and hope and joy I find in mornings. – Terri Guillemets
Angels patch the holes in our hearts. – Terri Guillemets
I used to love night best but the older I get the more treasures and hope and joy I find in mornings. – Terri Guillemets
Pressure cranks and presses Life, squeezing out essence of self, aromatic with bittersweet memories, pungent adversities, and the honey-musk of desire — the vapors hover over our inkpots, and if we pick up the feather it becomes our poetry. – Terri Guillemets
The theoretician believes in logic and believes that he despises dreams, intuition, and poetry. He does not recognize that these three fairies have only disguised themselves in order to dazzle him…. He does not know that he owes his greatest discoveries to them. – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wartime Writings 1939-1944, translated from French by