Francesca Lia Block Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• You're meant to have whatever your heart desires. Whatever your heart wants that much is already a part of you.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Life, Heart, Desire

• What happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart?

  Francesca Lia Block

  Heart, Happens

  Francesca Lia Block (2008). “Missing Angel Juan”, p.6, Harper Collins

• What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns of teeth, our mushrooming brains, our watermelon hearts?

  Francesca Lia Block

  Crush, Girl, Heart

  Francesca Lia Block (2008). “Blood Roses”, Harper Collins

• If Los Angeles is a woman reclining billboard model with collagen-puffed lips and silicone-inflated breasts, a woman in a magenta convertible with heart-shaped sunglasses and cotton candy hair; if Los Angeles is this woman, then the San Fernando Valley is her teenybopper sister. The teenybopper sister snaps bug stretchy pink bubbles over her tongue and checks her lipgloss in the rearview mirror, . . . Teeny plays the radio too loud and bites her nails, wondering if the glitter polish will poison her.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Heart, Mirrors, Hair

• You are my Marilyn. You are my lake full of fishes. You are my sky set, my 'Hollywood in Miniature,' my pink Cadillac, my highway, my martini, the stage for my heart to rock and roll on, the screen where my movies light up.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Heart, Lakes, Light

  Francesca Lia Block (2009). “Weetzie Bat”, p.92, Zondervan

• We got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male and female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in your hand like a fish.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Book, Heart, Wine

• I wrote poetry from the time I could write. That was the only way I could begin to express who I was but the poems didn't make sense to my teachers. They didn't rhyme. They were about the wind sounds, the planets' motions, never about who I was or how I felt. I didn't think I felt anything. I was this mind more than a body or a heart. My mind photographing the stars, hearing the wind.

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  Teacher, Stars, Writing

• She had changed him. The ice was in his eyes and in his heart, like he had predicted with that song, but now they were deep embedded there, all the pain of the world. Not pain to make you feel for somebody else but pain to make you stop feeling.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Song, Pain, Heart

• You turned your head to look at me. Your eyes looked so big in your face, so mysterious — wide and flickering like a butterfly-wing mask. When you saw me the wails turned to sobs, and then just quieter heaves of your body. I held out my finger through the bars. Then you reached out and curled your fingers around mine, so tight. I knew you recognized me. That was the first time I knew I had a heart inside my body.

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  Heart, Butterfly, Eye

• Pianos, unlike people, sing when you give them your every growl. They know how to dive into the pit of your stomach and harmonize with your roars when you’ve split yourself open. And when they see you, guts shining, brain pulsing, heart right there exposed in a rhythm that beats need need, need need, need need, pianos do not run. And so she plays.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Running, Heart, Play

• All the things that girls feel they are not when they fear that if they become, if they are, they will no longer be loved by the sisters whose hearts they have not meant to break. And besides, if the sisters are gone and only the beloved remains with his dense curls and his lips, how safe are you then? You have to have him or you will die if the sisters are gone with their listening ears and their feet to rub and their bodies to dress and their shared loneliness.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Girl, Loneliness, Heart

• My heart is a teacup with hairline cracks. I feel like I have to walk real carefully so it won't get shaken and just all shatter and break.

  Francesca Lia Block

  Real, Heart, Cracks

  Francesca Lia Block (2008). “Missing Angel Juan”, p.4, Harper Collins

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