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Best Biancasparacino Quotes This Year

  1. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    March 17, 2016 2:38pm UTC
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    You yourself are made up of atoms that rained down onto Earth billions of years ago. So when you meet someone and you swear that you've known them before, that you've felt them before, know that there is no coincidence in that – finally, your cells are reunited, and at last, it feels like you are home.

  2. seafoam* seafoam*
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    March 17, 2016 2:52pm UTC
    Tell me about the hands that broke you like tree branches. Tell me about the heart that made you a home, the barren soul that used your dry bones like kindling in the middle of winter. Tell me about the house fire, the ashes which you rose from. Tell me about your resurrection – but don't you dare tell me that you are not strong enough this time, don't you dare tell me that you cannot rise again, and again, and again.
    — Bianca Sparacino

  3. seafoam* seafoam*
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    March 14, 2016 3:08pm UTC
    Listen — sometimes courage is as simple as opening your eyes in the morning. Sometimes it’s as easy as making the effort to eat your breakfast without spelling their name in your cereal, or breaking your teeth on their goodbyes. Sometimes courage is the way you fall in love with your sadness, how you let it rock you to sleep, how you feel it and face it and tell yourself every single night that you can overcome it, even if you feel like you can’t.
    No, sometimes courage isn’t a big declaration, a common accomplishment. Sometimes courage is the way you slowly comb them out of your hair; sometimes courage is hearing their voice in public and not turning your head or having your stomach feel like a shaken up can of soda. Sometimes courage is smiling for your younger sister when your heart is breaking, sometimes it's telling her that love exists even on the days you simply don’t believe it does.
    See, sometimes courage isn’t climbing Mount Everest or changing the world. Sometimes your mountain to climb is made up of weekdays and months, made up of pushing yourself forward even when you want to nestle into the past. Sometimes changing the world means changing your world, as gradually as you need to, as gently as you heal, because sometimes courage isn’t made up of war, and bloodshed; sometimes courage isn’t made of combat. Sometimes courage is a quiet fight, a dim softness within you, that flickers even on your darkest days, and reminds you that you are strong, that you are growing — that there is hope.

  4. seafoam* seafoam*
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    July 21, 2016 8:43pm UTC
    It's time to take your love back from those
    who hurt you; from those who never understood how to protect someone who cared as deeply as you did. It’s time to take those pieces, the shards of heart and hope, from the hands of those who do not deserve to hold them any longer. It is time to believe that you are worthy of being whole again; that you are worthy of knitting yourself back together, day by day, fragment by fragment.
    It is time to understand that you never had any say in how long someone stayed; you never had any say in how long someone loved you. There was nothing you could have done to stop them from walking away. Whether you silenced the thud of your heart against your ribcage, whether you spoke in a softer tone or made yourself fit into their lives like a square peg in a round hole, you never had any say in how long they were going to appreciate you. How long they were going to try.
    However, you do have a say in how you rise; in how you pick yourself up from the debris of it all. You do have control over how you grow, how you build yourself from a foundation of ash and flame, from charred pieces of past and weathered old names.
    So take it slowly. Start by taking back your favorite songs, the ones that always made you cry when they left. Take back your favorite coffee shop, the one you always went to together. Take back your favorite sweater, the one that always smelled like them. Then, calmly, take back your quiet — the thoughts you have when you are asleep, the conversations you share with the moon. Take back your beauty, the confidence that was once built on the bedrock of their approval. Take back your heart, no matter how battered and bruised it is, no matter how much it hurts.
    I promise you will bloom again. I promise you will flourish. Trust me when I say that wildflowers grow in the oddest of places, between the cracks of memories, they gather strength within scar tissue, stretching toward the light, saying “We deserve to be here, no matter where we have come from.” Now it’s your turn.

  5. seafoam* seafoam*
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    March 17, 2016 2:59pm UTC
    Promise me that you will never allow yourself to be loved in halves again, that you will fall in love with someone who makes you question why you ever thought you weren't whole to begin with. Promise me that you will rise with this new spring, that you will thaw your winter wounds with summer's air and pack the gaps of your heart with its soil – for what a gift it is to be new again, what a gift it is to grow.
    — Bianca Sparacino

  6. seafoam* seafoam*
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    March 15, 2016 7:27pm UTC
    Do you understand? What you are made of? The very stars combust in the night sky with the same atoms that make up your mind. Can you feel that?

  7. seafoam* seafoam*
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    April 24, 2016 10:47am UTC
    you got comfortable. you
    stopped appreciating the small moments. You didn’t roll over in bed and embrace each other anymore. You didn’t hold hands in public anymore, you didn’t kiss deeply. You didn’t acknowledge the beauty of it anymore, you didn’t take a second to step back and simply admire what you had in front of you. You stopped choosing each other. You didn’t make time alone a priority. You started working your relationship around your life, rather than striving to work your life around your relationship. You didn’t set aside nights for each other, you didn’t plan dates anymore. You started missing pieces of each other’s life — his award ceremony, her art show; his mother’s birthday party, her graduation. You stopped making an effort, you stopped being there for one another. You stopped embracing the little things that made you fall for them. You stopped laughing at their terrible jokes, stopped smiling whenever they would sing in the shower. You stopped appreciating their sensitivity, you stopped making an effort to learn them and understand them. You stopped telling them every single day what they meant to you. You stopped telling him he was handsome, you stopped calling her beautiful. You stopped letting them know that you appreciated them, that you felt lucky to have them in your life. You just assumed that they knew. Little by little, you got swallowed up in the routine of it all. You stopped growing together, and started growing a part. You stopped loving them the way they deserved to be loved; you stopped fighting for them the way they needed to be fought for. Little by little, you stopped trying. Little by little, you lost them.

  8. seafoam* seafoam*
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    March 15, 2016 7:47pm UTC

    Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it, because you are sure of yourself. Wait for it. Please, I urge you to wait for it, to fight for it, to make an effort for it if you have already found it, because it is the most beautiful thing your heart will experience.
    —Bianca Sparacino

  9. seafoam* seafoam*
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    June 5, 2016 12:34pm UTC
    I will meet you
    within the holes of the sky,
    the untouched tunnels
    where dreamers stamp out the supernovas.
    I will meet you
    within the intensity of the sea,
    between the waves and the horizon,
    that small sliver of Earth
    where feeling is preserved
    like a mounted butterfly
    in a glass case.
    Where is the place
    that surges beyond love?
    I will meet you there.

  10. seafoam* seafoam*
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    May 9, 2016 8:57pm UTC
    When I was sixteen, love was hidden
    within pain. It was the knowledge of something so real, and so big, a little too early, before love even knew how to react to a girl who felt so deeply. So instead, love was “You’re ugly” and “I’d never date someone like you.” Love was “You have fat thighs” and years of verbal abuse. Yet love was something I still felt through the torment, it was an immature heart playing with my own, and years later even an apology wouldn’t scrub away the confusion of its game. Love was hurt.
    When I was nineteen, love was a boy with too many options. Love was cancelled plans, and one sided effort. Love was convenience and a different bed in every city. Love was apathy, until the options went away. Then love was an abundance of determination, a sudden knowledge of how valuable my heart was. Love was “Now that I don’t have anything else going on, I can commit to you.” Love was “Now that you are growing into your own, now that you have attention, I am finally ready to claim you before anyone else does.” Love was selfish. Love was too little too late.
    When I was twenty-three, love was a spontaneous unknown; a need to believe in two people beating the odds. Love was contradiction. It was turbulence and nights under New York City. It was “I miss you, but I don’t have the time to call you right now.” It was “I can’t wait to see you, but until then I’ll fill my time with other prospects.” It was “You are the woman who inspires me, who makes me want to be a better man, but I am not going to fight for this.” It was “You are everything to me, but I am busy.” Love was always busy.
    And then, when I was twenty-four, love finally introduced itself to me. It said “I am sorry for what you have been through, but you needed to experience everything I was not, in order to appreciate everything that I truly am.”
    Suddenly, love was mornings spent laughing until I cried. It was having someone make time for me. Love was airport gates, until it turned into “I am moving across the country to be with you.” Love was “After work I’m driving for two hours just to fall asleep in your arms” and “I want to give you everything you deserve; I want to show you just how much someone can adore you.” Love was whole. It was assured, it existed within certainty and ruthless declaration. It wasn’t built on the foundation of empty promises, it wasn’t bred from pain, or confusion, or apathy. Love was bred from choice. From maturity, from presence. Love was suddenly more beautiful than I had ever imagined, something that blew every old feeling and past name away in the path it was forging. Love was peace.
    After all of those years, love was finally peace.
    Love was finally real.

  11. seafoam* seafoam*
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    March 15, 2016 7:55pm UTC
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    It is common for certain things in life to happen to you. There will be heartbreak, confusion, days where you feel like you aren’t special or purposeful. There are moments that will stay with you, words that will stick. You cannot let these define you – they were simply moments, they were simply words.

  12. seafoam* seafoam*
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    March 18, 2016 7:43pm UTC
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    Tell me again, how our souls made love, somewhere in a midnight sky, long before our bodies ever did.

  13. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    March 18, 2016 7:45pm UTC
    THE HUMAN BODY IS
    COMPRISED OF ELEVEN CONCRETE ELEMENTS.
    BUT AT THE END OF THE
    DAY IT IS SIMPLY THE
    ELEMENTS OF HOPE &
    LOVE THAT MAKE US
    TRULY REAL.

  14. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    April 12, 2016 2:47pm UTC
    When you kissed me you became,
    more than just a person.
    When you kissed me you became,
    the echo of my words,
    the tangle in my voice.
    You became,
    every colour in the sky
    on a ripe summer night,
    the taste of apricots on my lips.
    Suddenly,
    without me noticing
    you became a living,
    breathing,
    part of my world.
    Suddenly,
    without me noticing,
    you became a living,
    breathing,
    part of my soul.
    —Bianca Sparacino, I Fell in Love with You Slowly and Then All at Once

  15. seafoam* seafoam*
    posted a quote
    March 15, 2016 7:40pm UTC
    understand that life is
    not a straight line. Life is not a set timeline of milestones. It is okay if you don’t finish school, get married, find a job that supports you, have a family, make money, and live comfortably all by this age, or that age. It’s okay if you do, as long as you understand that if you’re not married by 25, or a Vice President by 30 — or even happy, for that matter — the world isn’t going to condemn you. You are allowed to backtrack. You are allowed to figure out what inspires you. You are allowed time, and I think we often forget that. We choose a program right out of high school because the proper thing to do is to go straight to University. We choose a job right out of University, even if we didn’t love our program, because we just invested time into it. We go to that job every morning because we feel the need to support ourselves abundantly. We take the next step, and the next step, and the next step, thinking that we are fulfilling some checklist for life, and one day we wake up depressed. We wake up stressed out. We feel pressured and don’t know why. That is how you ruin your life.

  16. seafoam* seafoam*
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    June 10, 2016 5:59pm UTC

    If I could make it better, I would. I would swallow the sun and kiss it straight into your mouth if it meant you’d feel warm again. I would bury green gardens deep inside your heart if it meant you would blossom there. I would pull myself apart, jagged bone and soft skin, if it meant I could find the right pieces to put you back together again. I would, darling. I would. But I can’t. For I learned time and time again that human beings cannot be saved, or fixed, or grown by others — they can only be loved. So I will love you, and I will love you well.

  17. seafoam* seafoam*
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    March 17, 2016 2:06pm UTC
    what is it with our need
    to fast-track relationships? Why are we so enamored with the idea of first becoming somebody’s rather than somebodies? Trust me when I say that a love bred out of convenience, a love that blossoms from the need to sleep beside someone, a love that caters to our need for attention rather than passion, is a love that will not inspire you at 6 AM when you roll over and embrace it. Strive to discover foundational love, the kind of relationship that motivates you to be a better man or woman, the kind of intimacy that is rare rather than right there.

  18. seafoam* seafoam*
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    March 18, 2016 7:43pm UTC
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    When rain taps against your window like an eager child, it is important to remember that even the world cries – even the sky, which holds everything together, falls apart from time to time.

  19. seafoam* seafoam*
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    March 18, 2016 7:47pm UTC
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    On the days in which you look at your palms and you see weeds promise me that you will tell yourself they are worthy of gardens – promise me that you will remember just how many hands they have held, just how many hearts they have touched.

  20. seafoam* seafoam*
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    March 15, 2016 8:49pm UTC
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    The amount of Instagram followers you have does not decrease or increase your value. The amount of money in your bank account will not influence your compassion, your intelligence, or your happiness. The person who has two times more possessions than you does not have double the bliss, or double the merit.

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