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21 " We reinvent our childhoods in deep colors, but are forced to face reality the moment we open our eyes. "
― Courtney M. Privett , Mayfly Requiem
22 " The two most common lies in our world are 'I'm fine' and 'You'll be okay'. They are said without harmful intent, and often said in an attempt to placate worries, but still they tell us it is not our place to make another person uncomfortable or to draw too much attention to ourselves. Over and over, we mindlessly repeat variations of the same two phrases as we hide within our lies and attempt to spare others from the miserable truth. I'm fine. I'm okay. You're fine. You'll be okay. Everything will be all right. We become our lies, but only on the surface. Underneath, we are not fine and they will not be okay. We all know this but we're afraid to speak it. "
― Courtney M. Privett , Faelost
23 " Sometimes we find we love things we never thought we wanted. And then we regret that we never wanted them at all. It's the fear of change, I think, and dread of the unknown. "
― Courtney M. Privett , Spellkeeper
24 " Keep the people uneducated and underfed and they'll lavish praise on you for your generosity when you give them a scrap of bread and a pat on the head. Give them more than the minimum and you might find they're better at your job than you are, because their skills are revealed when they can focus on more than survival. "
25 " The more things shatter, the more clear it becomes that the brittle and broken things will never again be made whole. "
26 " We were born of stars and in death we will return to them. Let's not strive to be black holes in the meantime. Let's illuminate the world instead of darkening it, instead of tearing it to pieces. Let's prove we are worthy of being stardust. "
― Courtney M. Privett , Arrow of Entropy (Emergence #3)
27 " I think in fiction he searches for the life he wishes he had. "
28 " I miss the floral scent of her hair, the perfume that barely masked the underlying truth of what she was. She was lost time. She smelled of dusty libraries and unwound clocks, salted sand and rain riding on the first rays of dawn. And lilac. When she held me to her, lilac was what I smelled first. "
― Courtney M. Privett , Rain Falls on Malora
29 " She was lost time. She smelled of dusty libraries and unwound clocks, salted sand and rain riding on the first rays of dawn. "
30 " Our lives were a complex tapestry, and our woven strands were only meant to intersect at a small number of points in the time-conceived whole. An embroidered starburst, a missed warp, a complicated notion on the loom of time. We were always together, but meant to live our majorities apart, two golden threads wandering through a haunted textile life. "
31 " Don't let the silence eat you alive when your mind tries to tell you your voice isn't worth hearing. "
32 " Did it hurt when your own soul ate you alive? It will hurt more when your secrets come to gnaw at your marrow. "
33 " Misunderstood twins run away from weddings. Malevolent twins shoot the groom. "
34 " The dead are never truly gone. They linger in our minds and hearts and torture us with a malice they were not capable of in life. "
― Courtney M. Privett , Shadows of Absolution
35 " I can breathe where there is green. Green grows hope. It keeps my heart beating and helps me remember who I am. "
36 " We cry from pain, from loss, and from loneliness, but mostly we cry because we still have hope, and because we can still find joy even on the darkest and coldest of winter nights. "
37 " Forests should not be walked on, they should be walked under and through. "
38 " You are perfect because you are flawed. You are perfect because you are loved. "
39 " I’m not going to tell you to wear a mask to hide your sadness just because my own mask is on the edge of shattering. "
― Courtney M. Privett , Emberstorm
40 " Your heartbeat is safe and familiar and all things home. It's the dance of dust on top of the kitchen cupboards, the wind through the rosemary, the brittle flutter of textbook pages, the embrace of a memory until now forgotten. "