#homeless

I thought that if I owned nothing, had nothing, was nothing, I would have nothing left to lose, and I wouldn't be scared anymore. Because my whole life I’ve been so damn scared. Scared to live because I was scared to die. But at the same I was so scared of living, so I wanted to die. Or maybe so scared of dying that I refused to live. You don't have to be afraid to fall, when you're already on the ground. You don't have to be scared to lose someone, when there's no one around to lose. ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#afraid-to-die #alone #freedom #homeless #journey

But why is it that if you imagine a baby who smells of milk, for example, you can't help smiling? Why is there such an agreement around the world about what is or isn't a foul smell? Who decided what smells bad? Is it impossible that somewhere in this world there are people who, if they sat next to a homeless fellow they'd get the urge to snuggle up to him, but if they sat next to a baby they'd get an urge to kill it? ↗

— Ryū Murakami

#homeless-people #life #people #smells #imagination

She had to kill him. She had to kill Beckett the next time she saw him or all she’d done to become an exquisite monster would be for nothing. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

Is that shooting star just a happy accident or has the universe had it planned for a thousand years?” He tilted his face to the sky, his eyes tracking an imaginary star as it screamed to earth. He looked back to her. “Either way, you can’t stop it. You can beg it to slow down or you can just enjoy the show.” “Am I the star in this story or you?” Blake wrinkled his nose and chuckled. “Was that a bad analogy? I meant we’re the star, Livia. Us. This.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Us being in the same atmosphere is either a great cosmic catastrophe or the most serendipitous rendezvous. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#love #poughkeepsie #love

I wasn't going to have enough money to pay for a Good Lifestyle, which meant I'd feel ashamed, which meant I'd get depressed, and that was the big one because I knew what that did to me: it made it so I wouldn't get out of bed, which led to the ultimate thing—homelessness. If you can't get out of bed for long enough, people come and take your bed away. ↗

— Ned Vizzini

#homelessness #funny

Many foster children have had difficulty making the transition to independent living. Several are homeless, become single parents, commit crimes, or live in poverty. They are also frequent targets of crime. ↗

— Charles Foster Bass

#become #children #commit #crime #crimes

When I was really young. My sister and I would create different characters with our Barbie dolls - I'd be the crazy diva Barbie and she'd be the homeless Barbie. ↗

— Jordana Brewster

#characters #crazy #create #different #different characters

As Secretary of Housing, I do have to express alarm, signal the alarm if you will, that the potential for homelessness to grow is there. ↗

— Henry Cisneros

#express #grow #homelessness #housing #i

JUST LISTEN “When your mind is quiet and you listen closely, you will hear the children weeping silently. If you can’t quite hear their cries, then listen with your eyes. These are the children of the streets, who have learned pain and suffering before they ever had a chance to experience life. Do not ignore their cries for help, for all they wish is that you will rescue them. They do not have a family that wants them, they don’t know how it feels to be loved and they’ve never lived anywhere that felt like home…the streets are where they find their voice and relief from all of the suffering. Just listen and you’ll see them. ↗

— Paige Dearth

#believe-like-a-child #homeless #experience

The pain reflected in a mother’s eyes noticing how much her son suffers brings us to fight to give wellness that allows us of thinking and hoping for a hopeful life and a better future. El dolor de una madre reflejado en sus ojos al ver el sufrimiento de su hijo nos lleva a luchar por dar un bienestar que permita tener una esperanza de vida para un futuro mejor. La douleur apparente dans les yeux d’une mère en voyant la souffrance de son fils nous amène a lutter pour obtenir et donner un bienêtre qui permette d’avoir une espérance de vie pour un meilleur future. ↗

— Paul Chehade

#food-bank #homeless #miami #nonprofit #paul-chehade