I grew up in St. Louis in a tiny house full of large music - Mahalia Jackson and Marian Anderson singing majestically on the stereo, my German-American mother fingering 'The Lost Chord' on the piano as golden light sank through… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
I think the job of writing and literature is to encourage each one of us to believe that we're living in a story. — 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
