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”.
STEPHANIE BRIARWhen you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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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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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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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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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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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 day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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