Top 36 Stasia Quotes
#1. And you were right, Karma is a bitch...and I'm her best friend --Stasia, Chosen
Kristen Day
#2. Mind is just in the middle. You are nothing but a mess. If you can go beyond it, intelligence grows in you; if you go below it, any intelligence that you had disappears.
Rajneesh
#3. Do I dare ask him for what I want,
As if I knew it,
Could find it on some page
In some chapter
In some book?
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#4. 'The Storms We Share' has been a project that I've been working on for so long.
Tyler Hilton
#5. I wish I could concentrate on dancing
Instead of spending so much time pretending
I am still in junior high
But with Rem, I want to be sixteen
Or, like Alice in Wonderland,
Sometimes smaller,
Sometimes bigger still.
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#6. You have many years ahead of you to create the dreams that we can't even imagine dreaming. You have done more for the collective unconscious of this planet than you will ever know.
Steven Spielberg
#7. Only the trees, only the trees. Like a key they see beyond the mystery, waiting patiently ever holding me while I hold the sky.
Stasia Bliss
#8. The main thing I sense is...darkness." As soon as the words were out I realized how awful they sounded, so I rushed to clarify, "But it's not a bad darkness. It's more like a warm-summer-night kind of darkenss, not the monster-under-the-bed kind of darkness.
Kristen Day
#9. I hover over myself
Watching.
Mind and body separated,
Each in control
As though there are two puppeteers
Working the strings of my marionette self.
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#10. Cannabis, just like morphine, has its usage in medicine. It's unpardonable that authorities forbid sick people access to this medicament and in majesty of law permit to sell cigarettes.
Jerzy Vetulani
#11. I calculate the breadth of Steven's shoulders, now wider than mine;
watch him tear open the Blokus game he likes to play with me after school;
count the hours between now and Dad coming home to take over
and I am only a little afraid
of the night.
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#12. Thank God there are places
with sounds that make me cry
from beauty,
not from pain.
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#13. Life is a big story. Music is just one way to tell it, to realize how many tales all kinds of people share.
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#14. What was true and solid begins to slide, dissolve.
Your thoughts unravel faster than a satin ribbon
Whose edge hasn't been burned
Until you sit amidst a tangle of limp, pink threads,
Unable to reason
At all.
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#15. Where the telescope ends the microscope begins, and who can say which has the wider vision?
Victor Hugo
#16. It is strange to hear my words
Read back to me.
I don't think I wrote them
To have them ever leave the page.
I think I only write
What happens across my brain
When my feet are too weary
To dance anymore.
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#18. Beauty - a deceitful bait with a deadly hook.
John Lyly
#19. Is truth here
In the ugly unseemliness?
The graceless moments
Before and after
Eyes are watching?
In the unballerina
The unperformed?
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#20. Dare I tell them that since I came here to dance
I have been giving pieces of my body away
To ridiculous diets,
To repeated injuries,
To Remington?
And that maybe
I think
With each bit of my body
I lose a little piece of my soul
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#21. Does it matter that people and things
Have words,
Have names?
If not,
Why read any book?
A litany of useless letters
Detached from bone, muscle.
Or are words the only things that make the muscle, bone, memory, movement,
Person
Real?
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#22. Wish my life were inside a book
So I could turn to the ending,
See if it is a love story
Or a gothic disaster.
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#23. Her body disappears like my voice
When I look too closely in the mirror
Without the pages of a notebook, a pen
To save me.
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#25. The dusty library air is electric with secrets/ almost palpable in the thick quiet that bounces between/ Cal and those books and me
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#26. The tips of my overgrown bangs
dip into the wet of my tears.
My fingers, forehead, moisten with sweat.
I fight the slipperiness, press the valves firmly,
play the love, the hate,
the misery, the hope,
the freedom that I wanted, never wanted, can't have;
that doesn't exist.
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#27. Am I lonelier now
Than when my sad imagination
Had him disappear?
Heart torn,
Loosing tiny droplets
Of sorrow
No tape can measure
No needle can mend.
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#28. Pam's father had been diagnosed with rectal cancer. It didn't surprise me. Put a bunch of white assholes together and you're going to find that going around.
Stephen King
#29. I play the music of Steven
for Steven;
ragged, helpless,
it owns me, enveloping me
with an incomprehensible love -
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#30. Are we alike
In that in-betweenness?
Can he see,
When I smile my blue eyes back
At his brown ones,
The country-city-woman-girl
Dancer, student
Bewildered
Unbelonging
Yearning?
Stasia Ward Kehoe
#31. The open sky in front of him was a deep purple, slowly fading into the bright blue of day, with tinges of orange from the sun on a distant, flat horizon.
James Dashner
#33. My mother's records were formative for me, but when I became a teenager, I wanted to find songs that she wasn't hip to. She was so hip, though, that I had to go outside rock n' roll - so for about 10 years, I only listened to hip-hop, house and techno.
Jenny Lewis
#34. Hemingway sucks. If I set out to write that way, it would have been been hollow and lifeless because it wasn't me.
Stephen King
#36. Now, the edges of these memories sharpen.
I see the cracks in the studio floor beneath her feet,
The lack of turnout in her fifth position.
Stasia Ward Kehoe
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