Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
STEPHANIE BRIAR
Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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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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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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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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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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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.
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He’ll keep somedaying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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