“I look at ordinary people in their suits, them with no scars, and I'm different. I don't fit with them. I'm where everybody's got scar tissue on their eyes and got noses like saddles. I go to conventions of old fighters like me and I see the scar tissue and all them flat noses and it's beautiful. ... They talk like me, like they got rocks in their throats. Beautiful!” PeopleLooksDifferentEyeBeautifulRocksFitOrdinaryLike MeSuitsFighterNosesFlatsThroatScarConventionsOrdinary PeopleTissuesSaddlesScar Tissue Author:Willie Pastrano
“There's a certain Slant of light, Winter afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us— We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are.... When it comes, the Landscape listens— Shadows—hold their breath— When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death.” GivingLooksLightCertainDifferencesHurtShadowBreathsDistanceWinterLandscapeTunesInternalsHeavenlyAfternoonScarCathedrals Author:Emily Dickinson