Later our dreams begin catching fire around the edges, they burn like paper, we wake with our hands full of ash. — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
For you who came so far; for you who held out, wearing a black scarf to signify grief; for you who believe true love can find you amidst this atlas of tears linking one town to its own memory of… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
“But I know we need to keep warm here on earth And when your shawl is as thin as mine is, you tell stories.” — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
I support all people on earth who have bodies like and unlike my body, skins and moles and old scars, secret and public hair,… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
“We walked where the ancient pier juts into the sea. Stood on the rim of the pool, by the circle of black boulders. No… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
“rounded shoulders, the shoulders of women no one has touched for a long time. Men” — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
I can never see fashion models, lean angular cheeks, strutting hips and blooming hair, without thinking of the skulls at the catacombs in Lima,… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
I am looking for the human who admits his flaws Who shocks the adversary By being kinder not stronger What would that be like?… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
“Remembering your mistakes more acutely than any minor success. This was the worst. The things that kept you up at night. Tip a waiter… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
“Grief is an ambush. You’re walking along feeling fine, look down, see a leaf, and begin to weep. —Jack” — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
Teaching and writing are separate, but serve/feed one another in so many ways. Writing travels the road inward, teaching, the road out - helping… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
What did exclusivity ever have to offer but a distorted, unrealistic view of the world? People who stuck only to their own kind were… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
