I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
RENEE STONEI wish you could feel it when it’s dark at night, and I think of you when I pass the streetlights. But I know you feel the care without me being there.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
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I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.
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I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
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People struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
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And I saw forever in your eyes ’til the sunset started to dim your light. You told me you’d always hold me tight, but your warmth faded with the bright.
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You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.
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They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.
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Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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When the silence fades and now sounds begin to bloom, I will grow to feel calm again. Healthily this time.
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There is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.
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When you and the world are out of breath, take the steps to ensure your own needs are met. By the moment you know someone can’t on their own, you’ll hopefully be ready to help.
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I can’t take it all in or else I’ll grow cold when the heat already escapes my fingers and toes.
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I carry on knowing that when I deteriorate, my body will be a museum of all I can do and all that hindered me.
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They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
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I still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’
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