I haven’t wept for days, only shuffling feet, carrying weights, ignoring the pain, numbing the face. Its all a charade.
HANNAH PEARLThe hardest part is when the leaves abandon the trees. I seem to always lose a part of me.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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The hardest part is when the leaves abandon the trees. I seem to always lose a part of me.
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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.
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And when I walk alone, I speak in deaf tones. I’m screaming and no one knows, no one knows. No one pays attention to where the sound goes.
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What an intimidating kind of beauty a rainbow holds. Then of course, there’s the jealously dripping between vampirish teeth of those who dare mock it.
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I wish I could bottle up this scent for winter days when it feels like this town will never see sun again.
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You ever stare at something so long the colors blend together? Even the most neutral tones take on a life of their own, fold themselves into shapes that morph into creatures – wolves and goblin.
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Love is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.
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My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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I waited, quietly listened, cupped my ear to your mouth, but silence echoed grievously in the absence of sound. It was only warm breath and then emptiness.
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What a shame – how the taste of you could rot even the cedar and cypress. How you fooled the redwood into believing narcissus’ pond was made for two.
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The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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If I had a wishing well, I’d wish you well. That the skies hold the key to all you’ve ever wanted, with or without me.
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I wait and wait and wait and god I am sick of waiting. To not see your face anymore. To not know the burden that belongs to you. To not imagine the window I looked through the night I found out.
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