Best 37 quotes of Kellie Elmore on MyQuotes

...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.

...and should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her...

...and the smoke that creeps off the tip of my cigarette and into the dim, scattered strands of light leaking off the moon, in through the clefts in the curtains, is much like my spirit trying to escape the burn of yesterday's presence.

From where it came and to where it goes, I wish I knew, like the river knows.

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.

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 am but a firefly caught in his jar and when he looks at me, I can’t help but glow.

I don't want someone to believe my lies, I need someone to accept my truths.

I firmly disbelieve in death. A spirit never dies. Where it wanders when it leaves the flesh, is a cognitive proposition.

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 blanket.

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanky.

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.

It's summer and time for wandering...

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.

Life is like a steering wheel, it only takes one small move to change your entire direction.

Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

Maybe Heaven will be a library. Then I will be able to finish my to-read list.

No matter what, we have to keep moving forward, even if we have to crawl.

Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.

Puttin’ on a cowboy hat & a pair of boots doesn’t make you country; Like puttin’ on a ball gown & glass heels won’t make me Cinderella.

Sacrifices made for love are fine, unless the sacrifice is you.

Social media has infected the world with a sickening virus called vanity.

Some of the best memories are made in flip flops.

Sometimes the only way to ever find yourself is to get completely lost.

Sometimes you have to put yourself in other people’s shoes to really understand the hardships of their souls.

That dip in the road- that sends your belly to your throat... that's how it feels when you kiss me.

The pen to a writer is like a cigarette to a smoker; they need it to take the edge off.

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.

The train blows through town delivering reality, slapping my face and screaming, “You are alone” Rose colored memories drown, taking their last breath.

This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead. -Magic in the Backyard (excerpt from American Honey)

Watch me go. Watch me. Because you said i couldn't. Because you thought I wouldn't. Go on, cry now. Cry.

What a more beautiful world this would be if we didn't wait til people were dead before we honored their spirit.

...what happens when you return and find nothing but a hollowed shell, shingles and floor, walls and echoes and the light that lead you here has now burned out and the ones who built it have traveled afar and you cant go to them, no matter what shoes you wear.

When YOU stop believing one person in the world cannot make a difference; differences in the world will be made.

Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.

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.