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Ayokunle Falomo
Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ Author
Born
in Nigeria
Twitter
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Influences
Walt Whitman, E. E. Cummings, William Carlos Williams
Member Since
February 2013
URL
/afalomo
“Don't be afraid to let your heart beat strong and loud in a room full of silence. Your heart beats for a reason, woman!”
― thread, this wordweaver must!
― thread, this wordweaver must!
“When they gaze in confusion
at the broken, odd shaped, colorful
shards of glass that we are,
let them know
that we too belong here, here
in this gallery. Masterpieces,
we are not
here by accident
but have been carefully assembled
and put together and are held together
in this ceramic panel - our bodies of clay -
by good intentions.
We too are works of art.”
― thread, this wordweaver must!
at the broken, odd shaped, colorful
shards of glass that we are,
let them know
that we too belong here, here
in this gallery. Masterpieces,
we are not
here by accident
but have been carefully assembled
and put together and are held together
in this ceramic panel - our bodies of clay -
by good intentions.
We too are works of art.”
― thread, this wordweaver must!
“It takes as much time to build walls sturdy enough for wallflowers like you and me to lean against as it does for us to bloom.”
― thread, this wordweaver must!
― thread, this wordweaver must!
“Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.”
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“Anyone who loves in the expectation of being loved in return is wasting their time.”
― The Devil and Miss Prym
― The Devil and Miss Prym
“Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
― The Four Loves
― The Four Loves
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
― The Four Loves
― The Four Loves
