He was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette. Francesca Lia Block More Quotes by Francesca Lia Block More Quotes From Francesca Lia Block Find the goddess inside yourself instead of looking for the god in someone else. Francesca Lia Block goddess Here you go on this long long dream. Don't even try to wake up. Just let it go on until it is over. You will learn many things. Just relax and observe because there is pain and that's it mostly and you aren't going to be able to escape no matter what. Eventually it will all be over anyway. Good luck. Francesca Lia Block good-luckpaindream Love can transform us. It can be a healing force or a disaster, a tidal wave, a tornado. It can burn and scar us or heal our scars. It can be the ghost that haunts us, or the best friend who reads our every thought. Love may arrive like an angel of mercy, a fairy with raven wings or a hairy beast that will tear us apart limb from limb, kill and savor us down to the bones. Francesca Lia Block angelhealingwings Magic can be found in stolen moments. Francesca Lia Block stolenmagicmoments No matter how bad things get, you can always see the beauty in them. The worse things get, the more you have to make yourself see the magic in order to survive. Francesca Lia Block magicmatterorder When you live in a city with no stars to wish on, you have to wish on each other. Francesca Lia Block starscitieswish Sometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder. Francesca Lia Block horselittlesneeds You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew. Francesca Lia Block lightflowerboys A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs. Francesca Lia Block kissingcloudsyears I wish I wasn’t a girl who needed so much but a little free creature that slept in deserts and ran on clouds and lived on lilies. Francesca Lia Block girlcloudslife My mother says that pain is hidden in everyone you see. She says try to imagine it like big bunches of flowers that everyone is carrying around with them. Think of your pain like a big bunch of red roses, a beautiful thorn necklace. Everyone has one. Francesca Lia Block painmotherbeautiful Our eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, “I think I missed you before I met you even. Francesca Lia Block eyelashestogetherthinking You're meant to have whatever your heart desires. Whatever your heart wants that much is already a part of you. Francesca Lia Block desireheartlife Nothing happened. And everything did. Your whole life you can be told something is wrong and so you believe it. Why should you question it? But then slowly seeds are planted inside of you, one by one, by a touch or a look or a day skateboarding in a park, and they start to burst out of old hulls shells and they start to sprout. And pretty soon there are so many of them. They are named Love and Trust and Kindness and Joy and Desire and Wonder and Spirit and Soulmate. They grow into a garden so dense and thick that it starts to invade your brain where the old things you were once told are dying. Francesca Lia Block soulmatekindnessbelieve Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath. Francesca Lia Block differentskinssometimes Wish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look like stars. Wish in tunnels, holding your breath and lifting your feet off the ground. Birthday candles. Baby teeth. Francesca Lia Block starsattitudebaby You always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From another life.) You liked to go to the pound and look at them. You tried to send them messages of comfort. I couldn’t go because I started crying the one time I tried. All those eyes and the barks like sobs. Francesca Lia Block old-friendseyedog ...It felt like they were telling each other secrets. Everything they said felt like that—whispered, tender, full of other meanings, like when you tell someone a dream or talk about your astrological signs as code for all the things you love about each other. Francesca Lia Block astrologysecretdream I'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful, take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress me and make love to me all night with the palm trees whispering windsongs about a tortured gleaming city and the moonlight like flame melting our candle bodies. Francesca Lia Block dreamhomebeautiful You are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are. Francesca Lia Block shockingintensestorm
