19 Quotes by S.T. Gibson

I suspect, Lord, that when you combed the constellations for my elements,the stardust was still rifewith the ghosts of fallen angels.I can hear that darkness tapping at my ribsand what’s worse,I’ve learned to sleep through the sound.

She was even more beautiful like this, when she didn't veil her emotions behind formality. Helvig would never have guessed that a girl who seemed carved from ice would melt over something as silly as a common deer.

I dove down deep into your psyche, turning over every word you gave me like a jewel. Looking for meaning, seeking out the mysteries of you. I didn't care if I lost myself in the process. I wanted to be brought by the hand into your world and disappear into your kiss until us two could no longer be told apart.

I will render you as you really were, neither cast in pristine stained glass or unholy fire. I will make you into nothing more than a man, tender and brutal in equal measure, and perhaps in doing so I will justify myself to you. To my own haunted conscience.

People aren’t meant to live forever. I know that now.

I made you into my private Christ, supplicated with my own dark devotions. Nothing existed beyond the range of your exacting gaze, not even me. I was simply a non-entity when you weren't looking at me, an empty vessel waiting to be filled by the sweet water of your attention.A woman can't live like that, my Lord. No one can. Don't ask me why I did it.God, forgive me.Christ, forgive me.

She looked wild as a pagan goddess and bright as an icon of Mary, sanctity and sin all shining together as one

If you loved something too much, especially something girl-shaped, you were all but begging the whole host of nature to swoop down and pick its bones clean. Well-loved things must taste sweeter to wolves and frostbite and bears.

Through her eyes, I was able to experience the story for the first time all over again.