Heather Cutter:
CLASS OF 1997
Minerva High SchoolClass of 1997
Minerva, OH
Heather's Story
Heather is from Homeworth, Ohio. Heather's schools include Minerva High School. Heather works(ed) at Evanich Accounting, Evanich Accounting, Evanich Accounting.
Heather's interests include Animals, Art, Crafts. Music Heather likes includes Goo Goo Dolls, Sarah McLachlan, Lynyrd Skynyrd. Books Heather likes include It Seems to Me, LT's Theory of Pets, The Green Mile. Movies Heather likes include Ghost Rider, The Silence Of The Lambs, Fireproof the Movie. TV shows Heather likes include The River, TV Guide Network, The Revolution.
One of Heather's favorite quotes is:""Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall."
Confucius
"The power of imagination makes us infinite."
John Muir
"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly."
Lanston Hughes
"Far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead."
Louisa May Alcott
"It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop."
Confucius
It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed.
Theodore Roosevelt".
More about Heather:"âThere is nothing holier in this life of ours that the first consciousness of love â the first fluttering of its silken wings â the first rising sound and breath of that wind which is soon to sweep through the soul, to purify or destroy.â
I am....
I am ...
A woman
With a full heart, hidden
Somewhere in an empty room ...
With eyes not quite of autumn's gold, and yet
Neither all of summer's green;
I wonder ...
If love is a tale made for children --
A granting of sweet dreams in their innocence --
A honey-coating to help their throats
Choke down the bitter draught ...
I hear ...
A voice that whispers warnings, half-formed,
Bodiless as hope, until I swear I cannot draw
Another breath unless this spectre be unmasked,
His lies mangled 'neath my righteous tread;
I see ...
A woman, proud, uncompromising,
Diaphanous as air -- less, even, than the tears
That fall in...Expand for more
desolation about her weary feet,
Salt poison pooled upon the withered ground ...
I want ...
A measure of quietude, a certain silence,
The echo of alone which heals me of dreaming,
The nothing that stills the wanting,
The numb, the cold that laughs at pain;
I am
A woman,
hidden ...
I pretend ...
That I can live forever -- that Time
Has no puissance but that which I afford Him --
And so, I can wait, I can be happy tomorrow,
Sleep is for the dead; but its ghosts haunt my waking ...
I feel ...
Too much -- too deeply to be directionless,
Too real for imagining, and yet the familiar eyes
Hold nothing of recognition -- only my reflection --
A meeting of shadows in sunlit glass;
I touch ...
The downy wings of hope, in wonder,
In reverence, in need, in hunger;
Alas, it burns my fingers as a flame,
A sacrilege, self-defined ...
I worry ...
That I am alone; that in my longing
I have forsaken all -- but oh, what reward,
What smile divine should light the path to freedom --
And how can I but heed the siren's call?
I cry ...
For having too much, for fear of bursting,
And then, when by the pouring of my soul
I lie, a vessel emptied, I cry again
For what was had, and lost;
I am
A woman,
empty ...
I understand
That life is what you make it,
That sometimes, the coat of many colors
That marks your triumphs brightly, blends only
To loneliest of grey ...
I say
That we are made by life, shaped,
Broken, perhaps -- unmade and voided --
But always, the core of us remains, waiting
With only faith, with trust, to be reborn;
I dream
Of bluest waters, reaching
With unnatural hands toward the faded sky,
Of dolphins that wander in seas without limits,
Carrying me water-breathing past corals and clouds ...
I try ...
To lead by example, knowing
That merely the telling holds no power;
A gift of giving is merely a day, while
A gift of knowing spans forever;
I hope ...
That my darkness holds you gently,
That pain is halved by sharing, that feeling
Wields nothing past the words it summons,
Except that it touch you with only healing ...
I am
A woman,
only.".
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