53 Quotes by Courtney M. Privett

Only the dead remember the truth.

What is it like to be so free - so trapped, but so free? What kind of bird sings only when caught? What kind of slave outshines and rises above her master?

I can breathe where there is green. Green grows hope. It keeps my heart beating and helps me remember who I am.

Our lives were a complex tapestry, and our woven strands were only meant to intersect at a small number of points in the time-conceived whole. An embroidered starburst, a missed warp, a complicated notion on the loom of time. We were always together, but meant to live our majorities apart, two golden threads wandering through a haunted textile life.

There is something intimate about playing a duet. It's touching the soul of another person without ever touching the flesh.

What do you live for when everyone and everything you love is gone? Do you keep going, keep stumbling through the dark, or do you find something new to cherish? Maybe neither. Maybe you walk silently and ignore the blows time takes on your heart.

We were born of stars and in death we will return to them. Let's not strive to be black holes in the meantime. Let's illuminate the world instead of darkening it, instead of tearing it to pieces. Let's prove we are worthy of being stardust.

The dead are never truly gone. They linger in our minds and hearts and torture us with a malice they were not capable of in life.

Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.