Shaun Hick Quotes

Pencil. Paper. Forget the world.

You’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen fall from the sky today.

You’re a clever strategist, but not all battles require tricks. Sometimes the simplest way to kill something is to swim up to it and bite it in half.

The world is full of people who will help you manufacture tornados in order to blow out a match.

Only someone wishing to disappear would ever strive to 'fit in'.

I am full of mistakes and imperfections and therefore I am real ...

Instead of blaming yourself for something you cannot undo, let it define you.

I saw you before. All your flaws, your imperfections. Your body’s going to a lot of trouble to hide something, something inside of you. It must be very precious.

In a corner of my soul there hides a tiny frightened child, who is frightened by a corner where there lingers something wild.

You smile and draw me near and whisper, "Do as dreamers do."I lean to you and whisper in your ear, "I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.

Then come. Let me send you to see if you have lived your life serving a deity or a dream.

I hasten to sleep so that I might dreamand colour my mind with a myriad of things.

Knowledge is too final. Not knowing lets you dream a little.

Eyes so young, so full of pain ... Two lonely drops of winter rain ... And no tear could these eyes sustain ... For too much had they seen.

There is greater clarity in the still waters of sadness, something not found in the babbling brooks of more sought after emotions.

You need to spend time crawling alone through shadows to truly appreciate what it is to stand in the sun.

Nothing listens as well as a blank page.

We are pushed towards eternal silence from the moment we are born. So when sadness tries to stifle us, we must not give in. We must keep whispering.

When the time comes for you to leave this earth, if it doesn’t become a lesser place with your absence, then you have wasted your life.

This is for you, for your breath, whose absence would lessen a greater world.

The death of a lesser man is the death of all those who believe themselves to be greater.

We are more than the person who wakes each day. We are the dreams of the previous night and the nightmares of the week before.

And the man who dreamt of flight has tripped and fallen in a hole.

I may be going nowhere, but what a ride.

It shouldn't take a life-changing event for you to change your life.

I have often believed the pen to be a needle, and ink to be a thread. Each story is an intricately woven tapestry and with each word I invariably sew a piece of myself into the page.

It shouldn't take a life-changing event to spark change in your life.

At some point your candle will go out, so make use of the light.

Time spent doing whatever it is you do to escape your daily life would be better spent acquiring a life that needs no escape.