53 Quotes by Courtney M. Privett

I miss the floral scent of her hair, the perfume that barely masked the underlying truth of what she was. She was lost time. She smelled of dusty libraries and unwound clocks, salted sand and rain riding on the first rays of dawn. And lilac. When she held me to her, lilac was what I smelled first.

She was lost time. She smelled of dusty libraries and unwound clocks, salted sand and rain riding on the first rays of dawn.

I write to prove that we lived. I write both to remember and to let go. I write because I can't stop, not until this horrible story of ours is over and we're safe at home.

Truth might hurt more at first, but lies hurt forever.

Lies are convenient when the truth is unfathomable.

The more things shatter, the more clear it becomes that the brittle and broken things will never again be made whole.

There are no stars, no moon, only knots, only the promise of death. Drums cry out in the abyss and then fade with everything else. Even the shadows fade and all that is left is death. We are all dead, we just haven't figured it out yet.

You are perfect because you are flawed. You are perfect because you are loved.

What is love if not the gravity of souls?