Best 3 quotes of S. M. Shuford on MyQuotes

Barbs of hate sting me but apathy spoils my bones from the marrow out.

Wafting hypnotic love through the air You see what we unravel, what is wasted In our house of severed horns, We have only our own stardust to fear

We all have our safe islands somewhere in the seas of thought, but eventually, what we fear always learns to build a boat to come find us.