Andrea Gibson Quotes

I grew up in the town that received the first distress signal

saying the Titanic was going down.

It was the only thing we were ever renowned for.

In fact, we prided ourselves on our failure to save the sinking

Science just proved that an atom can exist in two places at one time and I believe people are not always only at the scene of their crimes. Even the worst of us, I trust, are often also somewhere holy, somewhere kind.

My fingertips miss her so much.

Almost always they answer god or booze. One I don’t tolerate. The other, I’m told, doesn’t tolerate me.

All living is storm chasing
Every good heart has lost its roof
Let all the walls collapse at your feet.
Scream “timber” when they ask you how you are.
“Fine” is the suckiest word, it’s the opposite of “here.

It's turning the thunder into grace,
knowing sometimes the break in your heart
is like the hole in the flute.

Sometimes it's the place
where the music comes through.

I have been painting the night sky upon the inside of doorframes

so only moonshine will fall on your head in the earthquake.

The trauma said, 'Don't write this poem. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.' But my bones said, 'Remember the boy who dove into the Hudson River convinced he was entirely alone.' My bones said, 'Write the poem.

"I loved you from our first date at the batting cages when I missed twenty-three balls in a row and you looked at me like I was a home run in the ninth inning of the world series. Now every time i hear the word "love" I think, "going, going...

We all have hearts that wanna be old pick-up trucks
permanently parked in someone's front yard.

Everyone’s chest
is a living room wall
with awkwardly placed photographs
hiding fist-shaped holes.

I swear to god if I had an Adam's apple, I'd tell her to peel it and take a bite.

Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, “How tall are you?

I met a woman and we were lying in her bed, about to kiss for the very first time. Just before our lips touched she jumped up and ran to her closet and grabbed a stethoscope. She came back to the bed, put the earpieces in my ears, slipped the disc down her shirt onto her heart, and whispered, 'I want you to listen to my heart speed up when you kiss me.' And I kissed her, and I listened to her heart beat faster and faster and faster.

"When the first responders entered the Pulse Nightclub after the massacre in Orlando, they walked through the horrific scene of bodies and called out, "If you're alive, raise your hand." I was sweeping in a hotel in the midwest at the time but I imagine in that exact moment my hand twitched in my sleep – some unconscious part of me aware, that I had a pulse. That I was alive."