Paige Lewis Quotes

I feel as if I’m on the moon listening to the air hiss out of my spacesuit, and I can’t find the hole. I’m the vice president of panic, and the president is missing.

I’m the vice president of panic, and the president is missing.

Lately, I’ve been feeling betrayed by names: the king cobra isn’t a cobra, the electric eel isn’t an eel, and it turns out my anger was fear all along.

I wonder if we name storms because naming is the only power we’re left with.

Tell me, how do I steady my gaze when everything I want is motion?

A miracle is anything that God forgot to forbid.

It’s nothing. The sun, with its plasma plumes and arching heat, is five million miles closer to Earth than it was in July, and we are still alive.

If this world is a plucked violin string, am I part of its sound or its stillness?

I might ask you one day to go camping, and if you have the desire to dance.

As king, it’s my duty to be one with the universe, but I hate how the galaxies hover over me, expecting mistakes.

...then we'll journey until we find the world in which we both fit. And when the path grows too dark to see even the bright parts of me, have faith in the sound of my voice. I'm here. I'm still the one leading.

He makes me feel stupid and it’s hard to sleep knowing so little about everything

More than anything, I want the ability to respond perfectly to tragedy—like when you said you didn’t enjoy the sound of my voice, I should have sung louder

I want to find you a peach so ripe that even your breath would bruise it.

Still, I try to hold onto nothing for fear of being crushed by what can be taken because sometimes not even our mouths belong to us.

Do they still / count, these hours I've spent on my / own? Do they still count if I'm saving / all of my shiniest thoughts for you?

Look After You by Aron Wright – Chapter Six Don’t Cry by Bugzy Malone & Dermot Kennedy – Chapter Seven Let It All Go by Birdy, Rhodes – Chapter Fifteen Start A War by Klergy – Chapter Twenty-three Waves by Dean Lewis – Chapter Twenty-five Don’t Let Me Down by The Chainsmokers, Daya, Illenium – Chapter Twenty-six Move Me by RuthAnne – Chapter Thirty

I’m too busy searching for the stone that best represents me—it’s not the blue one specked with God bits, or the ear-shaped obsidian. It’s not anything polished—and I think about how hard it is for me to believe in the first Adam because if Adam had the power to name everything, everything would be named Adam. Then I think, that’s a pretty smart thought. I don’t say it to my friend. I don’t say it to the magnolia women. Do they still count, these hours I’ve spent on my own? Do they still count if I’m saving all of my shiniest thoughts for you?

On this planet, you have to be useful to be kept around

If this world is a plucked violin string, am I a part of its sound or its stillness?

Sometimes it’s hard to tell the built from the grown.

I am the vice president of panic and the president is missing.

C. S. Lewis wrote, ‘Crying is all right in its own way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.

We are only remembered as cruel when what we harm does not die quickly

C. S. Lewis that resonated with her: “Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery’s shadow or reflection: the fact that you don’t merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief.

His absence is like the sky, spread over everything.” “C. S. Lewis?

Now, I demand a love that is stupid and beautiful, like a pilot turning off her engines mid-flight to listen for rain on the wings

I'm the vice president of panic, and the president is missing.