Christopher Poindexter > Quotes

“And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons”
― Christopher Poindexter

“Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am”
― Christopher Poindexter

“Your darkness is a symphony

Played in explosions of silence to a crowd that has fallen in love with noise

If they refuse to applaud you
It isn't because your music isn't beautiful
It is because they have no idea how to love what they don't understand
And that, my darling, is the most horrific flaw in this mixed up world”
― Christopher Poindexter

“Not only did
I love her,
but I could tell
the universe loved
her, too.
More than others.
She was different.
After all; I would
be a fool not to
notice the way the
sunshine played with
her hair.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“She writes things with her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“She stared at the stars like they were pillow for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“She was strange and beautiful and those were human qualities that I had never seen Weaved together before. She became terrifying to me, not because I feared who she was, but for the sake of love, I feared what she could do to me.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“I watched a girl in a sundress kiss another girl on a park bench, and just as the sunlight spilled perfectly onto both of their hair, I thought to myself: ‘How bravely beautiful it is, that sometimes, the sea wants the city, even when it has been told its entire life it was meant for the shore.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“My hunger for writing will die when I have bled for the humans that never found the strength to find the words themselves”
― Christopher Poindexter

“Nothing brings to life again a forgotten memory like a fragrance.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“We are the scientists, trying to make sense of the stars inside us.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“I can love things just by watching her love them. That is how I know, that I love her.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“She buried her ears into the calm of his heartbeat, and in a matter of seconds; fell terribly in love with the way her loneliness fell softly and suddenly, asleep, in his chest.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“If darkness is really not darkness at all, but rather, the absence of light, then my flaws are not really flaws at all, but rather, the absence of you.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“Tears are the silent passion for suffering”
― Christopher Poindexter

“Never ever go by the book. They will want you to, but you musn’t. If the lust is too strong, tear one page from a hundred books and make your own way. There is no formula for life, no equation on how to be a human being.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“Loneliness burns in towers of fire around us”
― Christopher Poindexter

“Chaos is an angel who fell in love with a demon”
― Christopher Poindexter

“The human spirit is poetry enough and I understand that, but I write to make it transparent to a world in love with bright screens and rising technology.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“through all the
weariness
and depression
and troubled sighs
at the end of the
wailing day
it was enough
to remove my clothing
crawl into bed
and kiss her
in places the
sun never
touches."
-Christopher Poindexter”
― Christopher Poindexter

“I read her eyes like paragraphs and her tears like chapters for she didn't have much to say with words, but rather, silence. And never let them tell you that silence, isn't beautiful. For silence is what happens when words fall asleep and you must carry the belief that one day they will wake up inside of you.”
― CHRISTOPHER POINDEXTER

“I admit,
I was afraid
to love.
Not just love,
but to love her.
For she was a stunning
mystery. She carried things
deep inside her that no one
has yet to understand,
and I,
I was afraid to fail,
like the others. She was the ocean
and i was just a boy
who loved the waves
but was completely
terrified to
swim.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“I just want to
smoke my cigarettes
& drink my whiskey
& for you to love me
for the monster I am.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“ tears are a silent passion for suffering-
i found ma self baffeld by hers-
the way they trickled in the presence if moonlight,
driven by the humans didnt undrstand her...”
― Christopher Poindexter

“And she tucked herself away in a corner,
quet and foreign to the crowd around her
and all that kept racing through my head
is that the best kind of beauty
is the kind that is mostly ignored.”
― Christopher Poindexter

“sometimes
i just feel impossible.
like life wasn't meant
for me.
like it was an
interview
i showed up to
drunk out of
my mind.”
― Christopher Poindexter, Naked Human

“Some people fall in love
with the idea of things
and others fall in love
with the actual things.
Falling in love with an
idea is but an illusion.
That is how I know
she is the one.
I feel her in my
bones and not
just in my head.”
― Christopher Poindexter