Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
STEPHANIE BRIAR
The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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 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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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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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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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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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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It quietly stops my breath to realize that my greatest grand gesture, my last, best act of love was to let you go.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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You are what it feels like to watch the final silvers of sun fall and die into the silver ocean; tangerine sky giving way to moon-glow and starlight.
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Poetry? That’s easy. I just cut the vein, and let it bleed.
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