Shane Koyczan Quotes

Don't let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.

Someone once told me that the finer points of devotion are about the size of a pinhole, and there are millions of them. And if you could connect each dot, then you’ve got a diagram of what you think you thought you knew, and if you’re willing to admit that you know nothing…you have the blueprint for a breakthrough.

You see, the deaf have an intimacy with silence. It’s there in their dreams.

Don't tell me you're not beautiful. You're the kind of beautiful the blind would see if we could figure out some way to give them three seconds of sight.

You better dust off your etiquette, better sit like you did back at whatever grade that made it clear to you that your teachers are not your parents, and that any mess you made remains your responsibility.

It's not about putting forth the questions, it's about accepting the answers we ask for.

She tells me about dreams. She says my dreams are helium and balloons, and I've made the mistake of letting go a few to many times, but I still got this one. Tied around my finger like a wedding ring because even though I don't believe in marriages, I'm gonna bring this one home.

We don't always get the answers we want, sometimes a simple look can haunt us enough to know some ghosts need their rest.

Please, sit in my sky and let me polish your shine.

And if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror. Look a little closer. Stare a little longer. Because there’s something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit.

I you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror. Look a little closer, stare a little longer. Because there is something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit. You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, you signed it THEY WERE WRONG.

If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces."

[Blueprint for a Breakthrough (2013)]

There’s 6.5 billion people curled up like fists protesting death, but every breath we take has to be given back; a nine year old boy taught me that.

We somehow must become what we are not, sacrificing what we are, to inherit the masquerade of what we will be.

We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them.