Shaun Hick

Cancer gave me an understanding of the point of all this. To survive. Most of our lives it is easy but for the moments when it becomes difficult, when accident or sickness or sadness strikes, it's just about remembering one thing. You must simply survive.

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

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.

You__e the prettiest thing I__e seen fall from the sky today.

You__e 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'.

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.

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

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

There is a secret earth gyrm, a place where the unbelievable, the unthinkable, the terrible, takes place every day. A place hidden by the veils of ignorance and cowardice and fear. On occasions we glimpse it, when its hidden terrors fall through that veil into plain sight, but mostly we just dismiss it as something else, somewhere else, to be dealt with by someone else. Long ago I found the veil and lifted it. And knowing as I do what is behind, what those behind it get away with, with impunity ... I cannot grow old basking on the bank of some safe-haven, no.

I saw you before. All your flaws, your imperfections. Your body__ 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.