Poetic Reflection Quotes

“Uneven ghosts pave the pathway of a sinner;
Yet, I walk by alleys and chapels without looking up to saints.”
― Laura Chouette

“We are our own tragedies.
The people we love seemingly are only endings that we prefer before the curtain falls on its own accord.”
― Laura Chouette

“While we haunt ourselves, we become part of others.
With all our broken pieces, we are gathered in mosaics—
reflecting every careless smile, echoing every careless word.
We become them eventually,
in the way we live and survive each night.
Ghosts, bohemian wallpapers, and shiny crystal whiskey glasses,
used by them—hauntingly beautiful, collected, and far behind.
And after all this, nothing of ourselves remains.”
― Laura Chouette

“How the pale green leaves press upon the gray mountain silhouettes,
I saw mortality inside myself,
inside my own family.”
― Laura Chouette

“Sometimes you just have to let things go,
so that they can fall out of place
and grow in the right one.”
― Laura Chouette

“My kind of love is made for the stage,
untouchable and unbroken;
its fate is to be doomed in repetition,
in the most beautiful form of art.”
― Laura Chouette

“A heartbreak won’t kill your love—
the pain that causes it does.”
― Laura Chouette

“And the rain washed all the guilt from my hands—
finally watering the flowers that bloomed underneath for all this time.”
― Laura Chouette

“The Price

Love will probably kill me,
Long before I fell out of it,
Or madly in with another.

It will rush like a red hand,
With doubt and steady stillness,
Of another lover into something else.

It will kill with everything,
But a feeling of full self-despair,
And a moment of bitter nostalgia.

Love will probably kill me,
Leaving everything I am behind,
Or giving me anything I owe it in return.

It will blush my cheeks with tenderness,
Wailing my veins into stray lines
Of another’s love, an undying lie.

It will be neither slow nor gentle,
But rushed into words and memories,
And give out nothing but love, again.”
― Laura Chouette, The Willow Song