Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
STEPHANIE BRIARAs 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”.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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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.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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