59 Warsan Shire Quotes on Energy, Night and Broken heart - Quotes.pub

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Perhaps, the problem is not the intensity of your love, but the quality of the people you are loving.

Quality Quotes

Did you tell people that songs weren’t the same as a warm body, a soft mouth?

I’ve heard people using your songs as prayer, begging god in falsetto.

Not everyone is okay with living like an open wound. But the thing about open wounds is that, well, you aren’t ignoring it. You’re healing; the fresh air can get to it. It’s honest. You aren’t hiding who you are. You aren’t rotting. People can give you advice on how to heal without scarring badly. But on the other hand there are some people who’ll feel uncomfortable around you. Some will even point and laugh. But we all have wounds.

Your grandparents often found themselves in dark rooms, mapping out each other’s bodies, claiming whole countries with their mouths.

Did you tell people that songs weren’t the same as a warm body or a soft mouth? Miriam, I’ve heard people using your songs as prayer, begging god in falsetto. You were a city exiled from skin, your mouth a burning church.

Well, I think home spat me out, the blackouts and curfews like tongue against loose tooth. God, do you know how difficult it is, to talk about the day your own city dragged you by the hair, past the old prison, past the school gates, past the burning torsos erected on poles like flags? When I meet others like me I recognise the longing, the missing, the memory of ash on their faces.

I want to lay down, but these countries are like uncles who touch you when you’re young and asleep. Look at all these borders foaming at the mouth with bodies broken and desperate... I spent days and nights in the stomach of the truck; I did not come out the same. Sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body.

Sad people have the gift of time, while the world dizzies everyone else; they remain stagnant, their bodies refusing to follow pace with the universe. With these kind of people everything aches for too long, everything moves without rush, wounds are always wet.

I hope I’ll always believe in love. Even if love shames me and tries to destroy me, I hope I’ll want to start again.

The summer my cousins return from Nairobi, we sit in a circle by the oak tree in my aunt’s garden. They look older. Amel’s hardened nipples push through the paisley of her blouse, minarets calling men to worship.

You were a city exiled from skin, your mouth a burning church.

The only darkness we should allow into our lives is the night, for even then, we have the moon.

Her body is one long sigh.

Sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body.

His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.

How far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?

Why do you live in your body like you will be given another? As if it were temporary. You starve it, you let anyone touch it, you berate it. Tell it that should be completely different. You tug at your soft flesh, wish it thinner, wish it gone. You fall in love with those who praise the way it sighs under their hands, but who praises the way it holds up your weight, even when you are falling apart?

Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.

You haven’t healed, I can tell from how cruel you are.

I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel once. I’m bloated with language I can’t afford to forget.

I know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing.

The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.

Your mouth is a lonely place but I keep coming back.

No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark.

We emotionally manipulated each other until we thought it was love.

To my daughter I will say, ‘when the men come, set yourself on fire.’

Mother says there are locked rooms inside all women, kitchen of love, bedroom of grief, bathroom of apathy. Sometimes, the men, they come with keys, and sometimes the men, they come with hammers.

The ego hurts you like this: you become obsessed with the one person who does not love you. blind to the rest who do.

When I love, I love: wholly, thoroughly, completely, drowning in everything. Every glance can be a conversation, eyes just playing and saying what needs to be said. Silence is loud, and the air becomes heavy. I want you. I want all of you.

Make peace with your body, it’s not manmade, there are no flaws, there are no mistakes.

I tend to the wound so often, it never heals.

Make love like you have no secrets like you’ve never been left never been hurt like the world don’t owe you a single wretched thing.

You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.

My heart is a flower blossoming out of my mouth.

If it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day.

I won’t glorify or romanticise heartbreak, for me it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.

We took such care of tomorrow, but died on the way there.

You can’t make homes out of human beings.

There is no intimacy like that between two women who have chosen to be sisters.

Apathy is the same as war, it all kills you, she says. Slow like cancer in the breast or fast like a machete in the neck.

I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.

Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.

There’s nothing rebellious about loving something that can’t love you. You’re a woman, you should have known that men in the city would split you in half searching for their fathers in between your legs.

You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.

I’m overwhelmed. My biggest downfall is my brightest blessing, I feel too much, all the time. Ya Allah, if it’ll keep my heart soft, break my heart every day.

I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.

Document the moments you feel most in love with yourself – what you’re wearing, who you’re around, what you’re doing. Recreate and repeat.

I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.

At the end of the day, it isn’t where I came from. Maybe home is somewhere I’m going and never have been before.

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