Kellie Elmore Quotes
I miss your face. That big bright smile. You always had it, in any weather. It's hard for me to find one these days. These cold November days. Except when I think of you.
The train blows, just when I was forgetting. Forgetting that I am here alone. And I wonder if those cars got held up by its passing, just as I have yours.
...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...
...and I laugh and I spin and dance and frolic in ecstasy and I... I hurt no more, while you...you petrified little man, are left to wonder if it's you I speak of.
What a more beautiful world this would be if we didn't wait til people were dead before we honored their spirit.
That dip in the road- that sends your belly to your throat... that's how it feels when you kiss me.
Watch me go. Watch me. Because you said i couldn't. Because you thought I wouldn't. Go on, cry now. Cry.
How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.
I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.
I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanky.
Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...
Hold love like a butterfly, with gentle preservation. Hold life like the reigns of a wild stallion, with fierce assertion. Encompass that, and you find the nectar of the immortal spirit.
The train blows through towndelivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone”Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.
It...whatever 'it' is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I don't even know if I want to be saved.
You're surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, don't notice me.
Sometimes you have to put yourself in other people’s shoes to really understand the hardships of their souls.
I firmly disbelieve in death. A spirit never dies. Where it wanders when it leaves the flesh, is a cognitive proposition.
If we change our thoughts from 'it's too late' to, 'there's still hope', we might see some change in the world.
Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…
Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.
Life is like a steering wheel, it only takes one small move to change your entire direction.
