Shaun Hick Quotes

Being different, being unique ... that afforded me a life, a journey that I am now so thankful for.

Pencil. Paper. Forget the world.

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.

If you doubt, you fall, you fail, you die. Do not doubt.

Inspiration is the timid beast that comes to your open hand once you've fallen asleep having given up trying to coax it from its hiding place.

The death of a lesser man is the death of all those who believe themselves to be greater.

At some point your candle will go out, so make use of the light.

It shouldn't take a life-changing event to spark change in your life.

Eyes so young, so full of pain ... Two lonely drops of winter rain ... And no tear could these eyes sustain ... For too much had they seen.

It's sad that in a world of billions, people can still feel isolated and alone. Sometimes all it takes to brighten up someone's day is a smile or kind word, or the generous actions of a complete stranger. Small things, the tiny details, these are the things that matter in life - the little glint in the eye, curve of a lip, nod of a head, wave of a hand - such minuscule movements have huge ripple effects.

Only someone wishing to disappear would ever strive to 'fit in'.

Nothing listens as well as a blank page.

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

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 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.

I ache to swim again. Walking's for mammals.

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

You're 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.

When the time comes for you to leave this earth, if it doesn't become a lesser place with your absence, then you have wasted your life.

A night of crying has silenced me. This morning it seems the whole world is against me. I've never before felt so barren, so empty. I've never before thought the daylight to be ... my enemy. My enemy.

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.

You're the prettiest thing I've seen fall from the sky today.

We are pushed towards eternal silence from the moment we are born. So when sadness tries to stifle us, we must not give in. We must keep whispering.

Knowledge is too final. Not knowing lets you dream a little.

It might do me well to trip and fall,
to stumble blindly and to crawl,
for some reason ...
or none at all.

This is for you, for your breath, whose absence would lessen a greater world.

The world is full of people who will help you manufacture tornados in order to blow out a match.

In a corner of my soul there hides a tiny frightened child, who is frightened by a corner where there lingers something wild.