Best 43 quotes of Robert M Drake on MyQuotes

And in the end, she left a scar and I knew that was how she wanted to be remembered. She wanted to leave her mark in the world without getting her heart too attached to it.

Old photographs We take pictures with people so they could remember us and leave memories behind so they don’t forget us. And the difference between the two are the same. We leave these moments in the air, hoping that somewhere someone will find them and make sense of everything we chose to ignore.

Broken hearts, you can run, you can hide and perhaps the earth is big enough to believe you’re safe. So maybe for a moment you have escaped but hear me, hear me well. Love will find you and it will leave nothing behind.

Chaos, leave me never, keep me wild and keep me free so that my brokenness will be, the only beauty the world will see.

Destroy the fear in you before the fear destroys the life before you.

Every broken piece of me fell on every broken piece of you and when I took the missing parts, like the emptiness of me I saw the emptiness of you and I poured my half upon you to fill you whole. I risked it all just to dream you complete and catch you one day free in the wild.

Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I've overdose from the idea of loving you.

From chaos to lullabies I watched her live my thoughts, and soon enough she did become my favorite stony. She was everything and with every word she drew me closer. She drew me into her story, a story I knew I would never be able to understand.

How could I live above the water or breathe under it. How could I swim in darkness consumed in an ocean of you? Falling or flying towards you, losing or finding myself in you and beauty was never the word to catch all that you are. For now I know the means of the infinite and it all starts and ends with you.

I arrived, I saw humans and I saw through their faces. Nothing ever changes but the light in their eyes. For I too have buried my demons today, without knowing what might remain beneath the face of tomorrow.

I can’t recognize myself lately; I’m someone I used to know. I think you took me with you and I was hoping you could just leave me somewhere else, because I’ve been waiting for myself, waiting for all the pieces to come home.

I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I wanted to love the world and be the change it so deliciously craved.

Ill love you with every little bit of everything that has ever consumed me and I will forever love you and forever find you in every life time and so on. Until the stars die out and the universe leaps but even then, my love will remain.

Look deeper through the telescope and do not be afraid when the stars collide towards the darkness, because sometimes the most beautiful things begin in chaos.

Magic is when you live your life the way you didn’t picture it and leave nothing behind.

Maybe all that we are is what people expect us to be.

Maybe one day we’ll find that place, where you and I could be together and we’ll catch our dreams within the waves of change. So hear me, you are not alone.

Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.

Our fate lies in the hands of the things we love and sometimes the things we love are the things that lead us to the fatal destruction of ourselves.

She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never ignore.

She had more of me then I had of myself. We were both wild birds chasing the stars. We’d lose our way and find new places, close our eyes and fall back towards a constellation of dreams. We wrapped ourselves in a blanket of passion and each night we fell deeper without control, into this strange space called love.

She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.

She wasn't broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.

She was the death of me, the beginning and the end. And I never understood her, for how could someone So beautiful be the cause of so much destruction after all.

Sometimes those we love break us to bind us whole within the transition.

Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.

technology murdered childhood.

That night I didn’t say anything. I just watched you leave and in the end, I just stayed sleeping awake. Somewhere between a sweet dream and a beautiful nightmare, hoping one day you’d return to rid me of the demons you left behind.

The chaos in me is the chaos in you. Like the love in you is the love in me. So maybe we’re both a little crazy. Enough to believe we’re found where dreams are born and beneath our faults remain a science, where you and I will run away and leave nothing behind.

The fear of loving a dog, is knowing one day they’ll be gone and you could never find eyes that express all that you feel.

The funny thing about advice is, we always tell others the things we cannot really do ourselves.

The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead.

The more I learned the less I felt I knew you and I got lost counting stars, I fell dreaming. Sometimes I’d wander away. Maybe I wasn’t ready or maybe it was just a hard time to love. You always reminded me of home and I could never fathom the reasoning behind your smile. Perhaps one day, if we believe enough, we’ll find our way.

The seed of our love will always cube within the wonder of infinite.

Thing were falling apart. We just could not slow down. We were evolving into something greater, perhaps too much for our own good. And one thing always remained as I moved on. I saved a little bit of love just in case you would ever return home.

To love is to soar in the wild unexpectedly.

Use love as the only instrument to question the world around you.

We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.

We take pictures with people so they could remember us and leave memories behind so they don’t forget us. And the difference between the two are the same. We leave these moments in the air, hoping that somewhere someone will find them and make sense of everything we chose to ignore.

With all honesty, somewhere between the hello and the dreams I saw you in I fell in love.

You are only as free as you think you are and freedom will always be as real as you believe it to be.

Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.

Your sky is full of stars and my arms too short to reach a piece to call my own