Cristina Isabel > Quotes

“We're both drowning
in our rotten shells.
I look to you for comfort,
but your hand is already pushing my head down.”
― Cristina Isabel, Beat your Heart Out

“I pressed my head against his chest and breathed.
Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. For the time being.
I was finally where I had waited long enough to be, in his arms.
He stroked my hair and gave kisses to my forehead.
Love had definitely found us and tied us in a bow.”
― Cristina Isabel

“Fetch him breakfast.
Fetch him coffee.
Fetch his sheets for his bed.
Fetch him lunch.
Fetch his drink.
Fetch the ax to cut his head.
Fetch him dinner.
Fetch him tea.
Fetch the mop but watch him bleed.”
― Cristina Isabel, Beat your Heart Out

“I've become my own solution. I believe in me now.”
― Cristina Isabel, Break the Chains, Be Freed Within

“I love him. And I will always love him.”
― Cristina Isabel, Love and All its Condiments

“He took the time to be there for me.
And it grew from there. The love did.
My heart, down to my soul, was mended.
And all because he cared. He truly cared.”
― Cristina Isabel, Love and All its Condiments

“It's easier now.
There's a sense of relief.
And while I still suffer from my demons,
I am not overcome by them.
I am not chained by them.
I just know how to deal with them.

And that is the greatest satisfaction.”
― Cristina Isabel, Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems

“What if I can't get out?
I want to.
I'm just so tired
of being picked apart
and scattered like
ashes.

I see now
that my
demons
are
scavengers.

But the darkness
is an old
friend I can't say no to.”
― Cristina Isabel, Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems

“Across the face, mouth, etc...
A cold, familiar dose of reality.
I hate being a kid.

Everything I do is wrong.
I hate myself.
I hate this life.
I hate everything.”
― Cristina Isabel, Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems

“I've often taken my hands and turned them into fists.
Punching myself in the head.
Trying to make sense of myself.
I'm left with anger.
A wet face
and a migraine.”
― Cristina Isabel, Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems

“Home is more than just a building, and it's where he belongs.
And for me, home is in my heart.
So he will never be homeless.”
― Cristina Isabel, Love and All its Condiments

“I've never
smiled so hard
in my life,
until the day
I found
myself again.

I'm
at
peace.
The
peace
I
never
knew
I
already
had.

It took
a lot of strength.
Strength
I underestimated
having.”
― Cristina Isabel, Melancholy Dreams: Surviving the Battle of Depression - Poems

“The hate inside you reeks
and you're forced to vomit black blood.
It's unnatural.
Your brain is full of tumors,
unknown to you.
Or maybe, you know
and just don't care.”
― Cristina Isabel, Beat your Heart Out

“I pressed my head against his chest and breathed.
Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. For the time being.
I was finally where I had waited long enough to be, in his arms.
He stroked my hair and gave kisses to my forehead.
Love had definitely found us and tied us in a bow.”
― Cristina Isabel, Love and All its Condiments

“They danced underneath
the lampposts at night,
when they were bored.
And when the sun rose,
they tormented wandering
souls.”
― Cristina Isabel, Beat your Heart Out

“His heart will beat with my heart, as one, because this is the place we always came back to when we're together and when we're apart.”
― Cristina Isabel, Love and All its Condiments