Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
STEPHANIE BRIARTrauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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