Christopher Poindexter Quotes

And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Nothing brings to life again a forgotten memory like a fragrance.

Tears are the silent passion for suffering

It is the feeling of never knowing what we want that truly drives us all mad.... Holding things because we think in a moment we love them only to uncurl our fingers later and softly give them back to the earth.

Your darkness is a symphonyPlayed in explosions of silence to a crowd that has fallen in love with noiseIf they refuse to applaud youIt isn't because your music isn't beautiful It is because they have no idea how to love what they don't understandAnd that, my darling, is the most horrific flaw in this mixed up world

She stared at the stars like they were pillow for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head.

give me the worldbut for Christ's sake,do not sugercoat it.give me it rawand gleaming withtruth.i want the madnessto twirl me around untili can no longer stand.i refuse to be drunkon a soft world.the world is cruel,my love,you must understandthat,but in that understandingyou must understand this,too, just because it is crueldoes not mean it is notbeautiful.

She writes things with her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen.