It’s time for me to dust off this weary heart so that I may open it to one whose only open to me. You’re going to miss me when I’m gone and it’ll be too late.
HANNAH PEARLThe autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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Some days, my mind still flickers, but the light doesn’t stay on. Kind of like the hope I felt when your fingers squeezed my palm. But they simply call that a reflex.
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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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If I’m wrong about you, let’s face it instead of fading like tire marks swallowed by rain. Run me into the midst of a storm. Leave me to drown there.
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I’ve been afraid to look at the woman in the mirror. Everyday she looks less and less like me. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever find my way back home.
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Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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I haven’t wept for days, only shuffling feet, carrying weights, ignoring the pain, numbing the face. Its all a charade.
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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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You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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Love is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.
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Surely I could never be certain of how many stars I’ve counted in the sky or of how such tiny particles can be build into wild-eyed stories like Aquarius and Cassiopeia. I could read you as I would the constellations and never tire.
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I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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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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