St. Dominic Quotes

They always come back, but we don’t always answer.

I stopped writing in the obvious. I wrote how I saw it and if they don’t understand it, that’s fine.

Who will read these poems when the people are gone?

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

We grow apart because we grow in different stages and not all of our stages align.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.

I think we might’ve met in a past life. You know, one of those you pass and think, wow you’re kind of beautiful. Just one of those.

I romanticized him until he was the perfect being. A soul so beautiful, but so immensely evil too.

To fall in love with pain is to fall in love with art.

The forger was too exacting, too superficial. Only the real artist has the false beginning.

The past is recorded almost exclusively in the voices of elites and males, in the viewpoints of the wealthy and the powerful, in the visions of the literate and the educated.

And you’re stuck like a hook through the roof of your mouthTired of living for your sick daysEvery day makes you sickTired of living just get paidWhen you’re dying to livebut you can’t

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

They’re scared of the other kind of love. The one which lacks hurt, but pains after awhile.

We live in a world of contrast and it’s sad we are among people who can’t seem to grasp the differences surrounding them.

Your intuition speaks on a higher plane than anything you’ll ever grasp.

I gave him my heart without thinking how it would feel if he returned it.

His whisper was the softest sound I ever knew, which seemed to bring the loudest heartbeat.

He grabbed my hand and that’s when I felt my heart beat for the very first time.

It’ll always be mine, but it’ll always be your heart.

I, too, was fiercely independent and thought I could make two equal four.

You don't turn your back on family, even when they do.

Crystal then read the red sticker out loud, "Dangerous, do not open." We both stared at each other for a moment. I was trying to figure out why a dumb book about power was dangerous

It wasn’t good. It was good in the beginning and I held on to that.

Ran out of things to say, metaphors for you. Why the ocean’s clear instead of blue, why mountains in the distance had reminded me of you.

We were as big as the ocean, but as fragile as an ego.

When is it too right but too wrong to be right?

You were a rhyme who mattered, a being who slipped all too often.

Not every relationship is meant to last. Some are there to create an impact on your life. Relationships that last three months are just as important as ones that last a lifetime.

I stopped writing in a way they would understand because it wasn’t for them or even him. It was for I to understand, for I to make sense, and for I to let go of it.

running with sharp knivesnever got me so farbut running with youseemed lovely

I loved you with texture. You loved with a softness. Texture brought detail, softness brought folds. Folds brought creases and creases had secrets.

How you react to a situation says more about you than you know.

The thing with breaking up is they leave, but the memories stay.

You’re not supposed to be in a relationship because it’s comfortable, it’s supposed to be because they make you a better person.

Silence is only awkward if one cannot feel a connection with the other.

Mountains in the distance remind me of you.

When you know, you know and it flows in your mind like waves. Coming forward as it pulls with the tide. It brings anxiety, terror, and it’s beyond anything plausible.

Don’t break my heart. Crush it. Destroy it. Let me wallow it until I feel hollow in it. I’ll bash in the pain. I’ll scream your name and then one day I suddenly won’t.

I loved you with different words than you knew and that seemed to scare you.

You can’t patch cracks on a glass house.

Loving him made me never want to love another human being.

Loving you was easy. Hating you was hard. Falling out was insane.

You were like fine wine, but cheap wine gets you drunk faster.

Looking back and wondering if it could have worked eventually hurts more than trying and failing.

The hard part wasn’t breaking up. The hard part is forcing myself to fall out of love with you.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words were always the hardest.

They say if the love is true, then it’s easy. But that’s false. Love is complicated. It’s sticky. It’s bliss and it’s a mix of emotions. It’s not easy.

Losing someone doesn’t scare me. Death doesn’t scare me. What scares me is the inability to no longer feel the touch of the one you love.