Francesca Lia BlockYou always fed strays and bent down to talk to the dogs you met on the street, looking straight into their eyes as if they were old friends. (Maybe they are, you said. From anothe… ▶372LifeSadnessTime
Francesca Lia BlockWe no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters362Reading
Francesca Lia BlockIn order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on. ✨ Francesca Lia Block (20… ▶362Humanity
Francesca Lia BlockWhen they first kiss, there on the beach, they will kneel at the edge of the Pacific and say a prayer of thanks, sending all the stories of love inside them out in a fleet of bott… ▶351Love
Francesca Lia BlockYou are so intense. Like a storm. It's shocking how intense you are.362Life
Francesca Lia BlockWhat sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool?363Hope
Francesca Lia BlockHe was so handsome,but he didn't look well.He reminded her of a cigarette. ✨ Francesca Lia Block (2009). Dangerous Angels: Five Weetzie Bat Books, p.14, Harper Collins341ReadingThought
Francesca Lia BlockIf death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you352DeathLove
Francesca Lia BlockUnder the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful.352Politics
Francesca Lia BlockWar is being reminded that you are completely at the mercy of death at every moment, without the illusion that you are not. Without the distractions that make life worth living.364DeathLifeThought
Francesca Lia BlockShe pushed the gardener away and called for them. In her sleep she had seen love. It was poisoning. It was possessing. Devouring. Or it was seven pairs of boots climbing up the st… ▶375Love
Francesca Lia BlockSometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.376Time
Francesca Lia BlockI dreamed you were standing in this dark place and you touched these dead flowers and they lit up like they were electric or something. Electric lilies. Lighting up the Valley.365Death
Francesca Lia BlockI wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was part of what had ruined everything but I wanted it once more anyway.376Sadness
Francesca Lia BlockOur eyelashes brushed like they would weave together by themselves, turning us into one wild thing. I say, “I think I missed you before I met you even. ✨ Francesca Lia Block… ▶376Thought
Francesca Lia BlockI didn't tell him that what I was most scared of, most haunted by, was something I didn't understand and could never run away from. It was myself.376Thought
Francesca Lia BlockLove is the worst earthquake there is. Can crush you to the thickness of your bones. Love can be like cancer sometimes. Terminal. It can make you vomit. It can make you want to cu… ▶354LoveTime
Francesca Lia BlockWhat happens to the rest of something when you smash its heart? ✨ Francesca Lia Block (2008). Missing Angel Juan, p.6, Harper Collins377Love
Francesca Lia BlockWeetzie wished she could shake blue glitter around all of them - keeping them sparkling and safe.333Reflection
Francesca Lia BlockLove can transform us. It can be a healing force or a disaster, a tidal wave, a tornado. It can burn and scar us or heal our scars. It can be the ghost that haunts us, or the best… ▶355LoveReadingThought
Francesca Lia BlockThe circus tent was flowing pale in the rain like a fleshy flower lit from within. It seemed to bloom in the downpour. Drops of rain caught on Rafe's eyelashes, blinding him as th… ▶355Truth
Francesca Lia BlockMaybe any love we ever have is an angel in whatever form.323Love
Francesca Lia BlockOnce upon a time . . . What time are we upon and where do I belong? ✨ Francesca Lia Block (2009). Witch Baby, p.5, Harper Collins367Time
Francesca Lia BlockEverything is an illusion; that is the whole thing about it - illusion, immitation, a mirage. It makes me too sad. Its having like a good dream, you know you are going to wake up.345Sadness
Francesca Lia BlockWish on everything. Pink cars are good, especially old ones. And stars of course, first stars and shooting stars. Planes will do if they are the first light in the sky and look li… ▶334Humanity
Francesca Lia BlockShe was no longer a slow dreamer watching the flowers grow. She was a warrior now. Warriors need something to fight for though, beside their lives, because otherwise their lives w… ▶378Humor
Francesca Lia BlockThat was when I cut my arms with a razor blade as a means of creative expression. I only did it lightly, just grazing the skin, to see the way the blood would bleed out, to make m… ▶301Death
Francesca Lia Blocklove is the only thing we have to save us367Love
Francesca Lia BlockI try to see the dark and light in everything. This is my way of comforting myself when I am dealing with those emotions.302Thought
Francesca Lia BlockJust like any woman,...we weave our stories out of our bodies. Some of us through our children, or our art; some do it just by living. It's all the same.379DeathLife
