Quotes by : Courtney M. Privett

There are no stars, no moon, only knots, only the promise of death. Drums cry out in the abyss and then....

History is the lie. History's words stain otherwise pristine books, drops of inky poison frosted in sugared....

Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never....

I write to prove that we lived. I write both to remember and to let go. I write because I can't stop,....

We are all dead, we just haven't figured it out yet.

Hate feeds on your heart and pollutes your mind. It makes you lose sight of reality and forces you to....

What is it like to be so free - so trapped, but so free? What kind of bird sings only when caught? What....

Only the dead remember the truth.

What is love if not the gravity of souls?

Lies are convenient when the truth is unfathomable.