I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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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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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Creatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
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You could not keep me fed by throwing me bones and empty promises. I am ashamed to admit how much starving I did before I finally left.
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I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.
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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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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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Stop accepting abstract noun love. Real love is always action verb.
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The search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
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Do I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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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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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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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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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 am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
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Light finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
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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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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