“If you haven’t learned something From periods of suffering, If you haven’t wrung the juices Of your own pain and drank them For your own nourishment, You have wasted your experience And missed the chance To expand the capacity For… — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“We walk from darkness to light, From light back to darkness again, From unknown to known, Known back to unknown” — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“To the poet, Every act is poetry; From cutting the grass, To cleaning a headstone. From walking, To breathing... ...No matter the situation, “Yes,… — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“The early Christians took this story and used it as the backdrop for the doctrine of ‘The Trinity.’ For me, though, this myth has… — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“Our lives are constantly in a state of change and evolution. The things that cause you to identify as “you” are temporary, moving foundations.… — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“To the poet, Every act is poetry; From cutting the grass, To cleaning a headstone. From walking, To breathing. Every act is something worth… — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“To know your mind, you need a little distance. You need to be a step or two away and be able to notice what… — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“Someone grabbed his coat Again, he stops his journey To be there with her” — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“Times of suffering will come, use them To grow into a better version of yourself. Use the dirt to grow flowers. Let the storm… — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“Become something worth remembering. Leave something worth carrying on.” — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“If you haven’t learned something From periods of suffering, If you haven’t wrung the juices Of your own pain and drank them For your… — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“Publishing a book, Watching its ways Force me to look At a screen for days "Be still, be still", My heart screams for life… — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“Protesting often times takes a stance of offense; a form of violence that may not always be physical but is a form of violence… — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
“She wrote his name on a piece of paper and lit it with a match. The letters curled as they turned dark and misshapen… — Eric Overby Copy Share Image
