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Quotes by Christopher Poindexter 

Christopher Poindexter Quotes

• Tears are the silent passion for suffering.

• "Chaos is an angel who fell in love with a demon."

• If you ever want your soul to dance in the clouds, you will at some point have to juggle lightning and taste the thunder.

• "Loneliness burn in towers of fire around us."

• We live in such a lonely world because most days we wake up and decide to marry no one but ourselves.

• We build castles with our fears and sleep in them like kings and queens.

• "I can love things just by watching her love them. That is how I know, that I love her."

• "I will never be a morning person, for the moon and I are too much in love."

• Her spirit was a bed in which his loneliness could softly rest.

• I hold a hope in me that the reason we all feel so heavy is that we carry a little piece of each other inside us.

• "I can feel her breathe through the holes in me."

• "I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons."

• She married her sadness and slept with happiness on the weekend.

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

• "We are the scientists,trying to make sense of the stars inside us."

• To love her was to inhale her existence.

• For a brief moment, I swore, the moon fell asleep in your eyes, and dreams became the way the light leaked from your eyelids.

• "she is all things men want to love, but could never handle."

• The thing about chaos, is that while it disturbs us, it too, forces our hearts to roar in a way we secretly find magnificent.

• We all want so badly to divorce reality, but that bitch just won't sign the papers.

• I think we are and will always be lonely people in a lonely world under lonely stars. We can only hope that by the company of others, it doesn't devour us.

• There are pieces in me that die when she leaves these blankets.

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