Marisa Crane

My favorite nightcap, after all this time, is still the cocktail of you.

The Smiths dream into my ear on this lost and lonely morning. I sing along like it is the only prayer I know (forgive me, Mother Mary).

And all the while I thought I was drowning, I was actually the one holding my head under the water.

Standing on the doorstep of desire, I hold this bouquet like a gun and these vows like a petition for the death penalty.

I dressed the part and slipped into my Sunday best. I peeled open the heavy doors to every church I could find.

Don’t ever let anyone keep your heart on a shelf just to take it down whenever it is convenient for them to feel.

When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth.

The finest clothing made is a person’s own skin, but, of course, society demands something more than this.

Love is kind, it’s clear. It’s effortless, and it’s irresistible.

Loving smart means believing in you, your worth and your value.

The world’s crazy, when it comes to beauty.

Laughing at our mistakes can lengthen our own life. Laughing at someone else’s can shorten it.

You are writing your children’s future with your answers.

Am I ever gonna grow a thick skin? No.

You can never get enough of what you don’t really need.

Grief never mended no broken bones.

Love is not the absence of hate; hate will always exist. Love is holding our head high and forever moving forward with kindness and compassion in spite of what hate may bring, because no amount of darkness can drown out our light if our light has been lit within.

Never turn your back on enthusiasm.

Life does not consist mainly, or even largely, of facts and happenings. It consists mainly of the storm of thought that is forever flowing through one’s head.

It is said that power corrupts, but actually it’s more true that power attracts the corruptible. The sane are usually attracted by other things than power.

You’re never given more pain than you can handle. You never, ever get more than you can take.