Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
STEPHANIE BRIARIt quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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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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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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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”.
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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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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.
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I erected cities with adoration on my tongue and you burnt mine down in the wake of your love.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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