I feel my body, my mind, weighted down — all is heavy — but my blood, my inner fire, my passion, the little unburdened kid in me, patiently waits to burst free. Some of us die never having burst. – Terri Guillemets
I heard the teardrop hit my pillow before I even knew I was crying. – Terri Guillemets
Summer breeze, light fluffy clouds… Mother Nature has a canvas for every season. – Terri Guillemets
Sometimes it’s harder to attain inner silence than outer silence. The dog stopped barking and the kids have gone to bed, but your mind has a lot to talk about and it knows you can’t pretend you’re not at home. – Terri Guillemets
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. – Jack Kerouac