Stephanie Briar Quotes

It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.

In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.

Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.

In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.

The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.

I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.

He’ll keep somedaying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.

Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.