The burden of living one’s own life is experiencing sensations that no one else can share. — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
There are times when I can find myself in a book, too, for two or three hours. But afterward I have such an urge to go out and reach for other people. Very often they're not around. There's also a… — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
If flowers want to grow right out of the concrete sidewalk cracks I'm going to bend down to smell them. — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
The burden of living one’s own life is experiencing sensations that no one else can share. — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
I wish I understood the beauty in leaves falling. To whom are we beautiful as we go? — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
“Standing beside you, I took an oath to make your life simpler by complicating mine and what I always thought would happen did: I… — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
I should be content to look at a mountain for what it is and not as a comment on my life. — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
One leaf left on a branch and not a sound of sadness or despair. One leaf left on a branch and no unhappiness. One… — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
I like rust on a nail, fog on a mountain. Clouds hide stars, rooms have doors, eyes close, and the same words that began… — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
One can fall in love as often as a tree grows leaves. It is perfectly natural but not free of guilt and complications, unless… — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
“The fear of being vulnerable prompts me into bringing myself forward.” — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
There are times when I can find myself in a book, too, for two or three hours. But afterward I have such an urge… — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
If flowers want to grow right out of concrete sidewalk cracks I'm going to bend down and smell them. — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
