When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
STEPHANIE BRIARAnxiety 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.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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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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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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I am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
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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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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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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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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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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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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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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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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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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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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