I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
STEPHANIE BRIARI pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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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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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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You’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
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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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If we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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We weren’t written in the stars; all that glitters wasn’t ours.
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The stars are where we came from. They orchestrated our return to the place we can always come home: our ancient, timeless love.
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He’ll keep some daying and tommorwing until he has no tomorrows left. I don’t choose that.
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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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