How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
STEPHANIE BRIAREmotion = Energy in motion.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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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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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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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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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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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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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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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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