Because sometimes I live in a hurricane of words and not one of them can save me. Naomi Shihab Nye More Quotes by Naomi Shihab Nye More Quotes From Naomi Shihab Nye A poem is a cup of words open to the sky and wind in a bucket. Naomi Shihab Nye bucketsskywind I keep thinking, we teach children to use language to solve their disputes. We teach them not to hit and fight and bite. Then look what adults do! Naomi Shihab Nye fightingchildrenthinking I say yes when I mean no Naomi Shihab Nye wrinklesgrowsmean I'm writing mostly to thank you for living you eighty years and to tell you I love you and think of you often. Naomi Shihab Nye love-youwritingthinking When allowed to return to the class, your feelings of humility and lonesomeness will render you a much finer student and person. Naomi Shihab Nye humilityfeelingsclass Read, Read, and then Read some more. Always Read. Find the voices that speak most to YOU. This is your pleasure and blessing, as well as responsibility! Naomi Shihab Nye readingresponsibilitybook During the Gulf War, I remember two little third grade girls saying to me - after I read them some poems by writers in Iraq - 'You know, we never thought about there being children in Iraq before.' And I thought, 'Well those poems did their job, because now they'll think about everything a little bit differently.' Naomi Shihab Nye girljobschildren I'm like the weather, never really can predict when this rain cloud's gonna burst; when it's the high or it's the low, when you might need a light jacket. Sometimes I'm the slush that sticks to the bottom of your work pants, but I can easily be the melting snowflakes clinging to your long lashes. I know that some people like: sunny and seventy-five, sunny and seventy-five, sunny and seventy-five, but you take me as I am and never forget to pack an umbrella. Naomi Shihab Nye lightrainclouds It was terrible when a single conversation with someone determined your whole future relationship. Naomi Shihab Nye determinedterribleconversation Mystery: Everything felt better before you got there than when you actually got there. When you actually got there, you didn't quite have the energy to be there. Naomi Shihab Nye mysteryfeltenergy Maybe when your mother died young, you became instantly old. Naomi Shihab Nye mother-diedmotheryoung Teaching and writing are separate, but serve/feed one another in so many ways. Writing travels the road inward, teaching, the road out - helping OTHERS move inward - it is an honor to be with others in the spirit of writing and encouragement. Naomi Shihab Nye encouragementteachingmoving I can never see fashion models, Naomi Shihab Nye fashionhairthinking like our parents always told us not to like firefighters warn against we're playing games and making the rules up as we go we're matching warmth to warmth starting fires burning wishes into our skin we're hidden holding forbidden lights we're children whose fathers have never taught never touch but we're finding these new flames we smother at the sound of footsteps. Naomi Shihab Nye firefatherchildren The writing of Kathleen McGookey shines more brightly than most fine things we feel pleasure to read. Celebrate it! Naomi Shihab Nye pleasureshiningwriting I support all people on earth who have bodies like and unlike my body. Naomi Shihab Nye supportbodypeople My mother used to tell me when I went somewhere, "Please leave your foolishness at home." But how could I do that? It was stuck on me. Naomi Shihab Nye usedmotherhome The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees. Naomi Shihab Nye cloudstreebird My father was very disappointed by war and fighting. And he thought language could help us out of cycles of revenge and animosity. And so, as a journalist, he always found himself asking lots of questions and trying to gather information. He was always very clear to underscore the fact that Jewish people and Arab people were brother and sister. Naomi Shihab Nye brotherrevengefather What did exclusivity ever have to offer but a distorted, unrealistic view of the world? People who stuck only to their own kind were scared people. Naomi Shihab Nye groupsviewspeople
