Best 9 quotes of Carrie Arcos on MyQuotes

And I know it’s scary, man, but you can’t be afraid of the hurt. The hurt is the risk that comes when you really put another person’s heart above your own. When you realize what matters most is not your heart, but someone else’s. Being selfless is the highest form of love.

Ghosts are just pieces of memory. They haunt us because we don't wan't to forget. We are the ghost makers. We take fragments of the dead and project them onto shadows and sounds, trying to make sense of loss by assigning it to a new shape. Ghosts aren't real. Dead is dead. There is no getting someone back. I'm starting to forget the small things. The way Grace smiled at me. How her voice sounded when she was angry. What color nail polish she wore. Her smell. Smell is supposed to be our sense with the strongest ties to memory. Sometimes I pull out one of her shirts to remind me of her scent because I can fell Grace slipping from me. And I'm terrified of what that means.

He told me that whatever happens no matter what bad things we do, there’s always a way back through family. Family will be there when everything else is stripped away. You don’t turn your back on family.

I know to be patient when it comes to creating a piece of art. It’s not the outcome that matters: it’s the trying. I’ll only get better through failure. Because each time I fail, I learn and I change so that every time I get closer to creating what I see in my head.

I like mornings because each day is like another chance.

It’s crazy how much of our life is determined by something we have no control ever.

Makes me realize we are all the same in the middle of the night, fighting against the great tide of loneliness that threatens to drown us. All longing for someone to hear, to truly know us as we are.

The funny thing about a lie is that once it has been said and believed, it lives and becomes. It can't be taken back. It sucks all the air from you until you give up and it takes over and you forget how to breathe on your own. It is like those parasitic relationships, but not like the shark and the little remora that politely cleans the shark's skin and sometimes attaches itself to its underbelly. No, it is more like a tapeworm eating someone from the inside out.

Well, I’m not sure if we’re supposed to understand everything in a poem. I think the point is it’s supposed to hit you on a deeper level, a deeper truth that your soul feels even if your rain can’t understand it.