Lucas Derion > Quotes

“She was a firefly in a world of lady bugs and butterflies. The rest of the world did not understand the way she wore her light. Only when the darkness covered the sky like a thick blanket, did people dare to notice her and watch in awe, as she danced the night away.”
― Lucas Derion, The Hell I Carry: An Autobiography

“Dear family members that have chosen to read my story, I’m sorry to inform you that I have not honored your warnings. I have not wallowed silently in my despair. I have, after many years, found a voice that will expose the sins of a man that had sworn to protect me.”
― Lucas Derion, The Hell I Carry: An Autobiography

“Time is tricky, both a healer and a dealer of pain;”
― Lucas Derion, The Hell I Carry: An Autobiography

“Maybe when you tell your own story, it’ll be around a warm fire with those that you love dearly, and, in that moment, Time won’t matter. For a second, you’ll be free from the constraints of man-made concepts that oppress the natural flow of everything.”
― Lucas Derion, The Hell I Carry: An Autobiography

“Finally, to the reader, please do not judge the weeds that have learned to flourish in my garden. For they, too, are just simply trying to survive. I once read a proverb that stated that the only difference between a flower and a weed is judgement. Hopefully, you will come to appreciate the dandelion in the same manner that you appreciate the rose.”
― Lucas Derion, The Hell I Carry: An Autobiography

“hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”
― Lucas Derion, The Hell I Carry: An Autobiography

“This was my first step towards true recovery; finding peace in the turbulent waves that crashed around me.”
― Lucas Derion, The Hell I Carry: An Autobiography

“He was long gone, but I still felt his presence every time I had to undress to bathe or lay down at night to sleep. The mind is man’s greatest prison, perhaps even more so than the back room.”
― Lucas Derion, The Hell I Carry: An Autobiography

“There are many pieces to this puzzle and time, with all it has taken from me, has finally given me something far greater than a broken heart or bruised ego; it has given me a voice.”
― Lucas Derion, The Hell I Carry: An Autobiography