Cody Miller Quotes

Poetry without truth, is like a rose without thorns. Still pretty, But sometime the real beauty comes from the things that can make us bleed.

The strength of a kingdom comes from its King, The strength of a King comes from his Queen.

Forgiving unforgivable things is real forgiveness. Loving unlovable things is real love. Seeing someone’s inner most monster and choosing to stay is true loyalty. (It’s not something everyone can do)

The only way to truly win, is to risk losing.

In a world of weeds, she was a wildflower. In a world of prose, her voice was poetry, In a world of darkness, she was light, In a world of indifference, she cared, In a world of flaws, she was perfect, In my life of nothing, she was my world.

Being a people is hard.

Comprehension is the ability to follow an explanation. Understanding is the ability to be able to lead if needed.

They say it takes a minute to say hello and forever to say goodbye, Fill your life with the people who you want to spend forever saying goodbye to.

The wounds on my heart are packed with broken promises, blood and stardust. I won’t lie, it fucking hurts. But it’s worth it to carry bits of you with me.

We pick at scabs of a bleeding heart because we don’t want time to carry on and allow the wound to heal and scar over, we wish to perpetuate, prolong, and preserve the last time they were close to us, before they walked away.

After hearing about the Caracas experiment, the benefits of exposure to animals and farm dirt, and the protective qualities in raw milk, it became clear to me that Cody’s assertions had some good scientific backing. Each of these factors played a role in raising resilient animals (and humans). Interestingly, the dirt, the worms, and the farm milk all worked in a similar way: In rare instances they caused illness, but more often they protected against diseases by boosting the host’s innate immunity and dampening the host’s inflammatory response to allergens and other foreign substances.

Sometimes thoughts cling to me like leaches, and I fear that if I can’t free myself from them, they will drain me of everything.

In his mind, (located somewhere above his ears, or so he believed, due to the way just hearing her name could move his heart) he knew she was a star. Yet he held no overly grandiose visions of her. He knew she wasn't the biggest or brightest, not the closest, nor the warmest, not even the only one. But to him, he saw a magic in her, a comfort, a place that felt; like home. And without being able to see her up there, well, to him, the sky might as well be fucking empty.

Sorrow is a robin with a broken wing, unable to fly. Pain is having it crawl into my wounds and nest inside my chest. Agony is knowing it's always going to be there and still feeling so alone.

And there he was, dead. He had finally succumbed to the exhaustion, no longer could he tread the waters of the sea inside him, he drowned in the ocean of unspilled tears within his chest.

If loving yourself was easy everyone would do it.

Dreams leave our minds at night, From there they go about floating carelessly through the ethereal planes until they freeze into a crystal formation. Then they fall slowly back to earth, that's why no two snowflakes are the same.

When submerged in alcohol, truth floats to the top while lies sink to the bottom.

Self-destruction can be cathartic in the worst ways possible.

Pain, Anger, and Sorrow no matter how brief can feel an eternity. Pleasure, Happiness, and Joy however long seem but temporary instances. Live your life for those fleeting moments, and you will have no time for regret.

Life sucks. Resurrect me when it’s over.

Restriction defines probability, When dealing with infinity anything is possible.

Mental attrition drives you insane. Emotional contrition drives you crazy. Together they drive you to madness.

We are complex creatures with simple minds existing in a confusing world.

The star knows more of the darkness than it does of the light.

What hasn’t killed me, has never quit trying.

When eating your emotions, just imagine. What would it be like if sadness felt as good as ice cream tasted?

In the end we may crash and burn, our makeshift wings engulfed in flames, but let it be said by none that we ever gave up on trying to fly, in our attempt to reach the stars.

Helping the caterpillar can sometimes kill the butterfly. You can’t fight their darkness for them, but you can make sure they don't face it alone.

People who say friendship isn’t important; Are the same ones who got hurt by someone who thought the same.

All is fair in love and war. Yet love is more violent, has/shows no mercy, and pulls no punches.

If you think you’ve got a handle on life, then it’s probably not attached to anything.

People get so used to storms in their lives that they sometimes lose hope that it will ever end. They lock their doors and stay behind their walls forever. If you want them to come out, or you yourself be let in. All you need to do is wait, be patient, and shine.

A sane person looks at an empty space and sees nothing. Where as an insane person looks upon an empty space and sees unimaginable things waiting to happen.

Often times, none but the devil know your pain. I speak not of the fires of hell, but the fall from heaven.

My secrets and wishes are between me and the stars that choose to listen.

Humanity’s saving grace are the weird fucked-up people I call my friends.

Never underestimate the power of just being around someone.

If Lucifer is the morning star, is God the moon? Is an angelic dawn the light of gods darkest angel?

Love is there to show us what we should hold on to. Hate is there to show us what we should let go of.

There are secrets whispered between heartbeats.

If you think a lot, write a book, Because a gravestone does not have much space.

The last of the romantics die the worst deaths, alone. But at least they die in love.

We swallow coal, and choke on diamonds, that's the hell inside us.

I feel too much, I leave too much unsaid, I think too much, I chew on words unspoken, jagged edges carve me up, gnashing away at my insides. From my mouth falls broken bits, Sometimes its poetry. Sometimes its blood and bone.

I feel too much, I leave too much unsaid, I think too much, I chew on words unspoken, jagged edges carve me up, gnashing away at my insides. From my mouth falls broken bits, Sometimes it's poetry. Sometimes it's blood and bone.

The patron saint of vengeance dwells within the ash of the heart’s hearth. For nothing screams for vengeance more than losing what we love while still breathing.

The end comes too soon, and apologies come too late. For that I am sorry.

If scarcity defines value, why do those who feel worthless want to be like everyone else?

I never had a friend like you before, and i still haven't.

Every person you idolize has fucked up in one way or another.

Words are just noises we make to describe stuff.

Nonsense is better than no sense. For at least some sense can be made from it.

Lessons learned the hard way, aren’t easily forgotten.

Words are no substitute for experience.

Perceptions are shaped by experience, Experiences are created by life, Life is constructed out of perception. Perceptions are fruits of the mind. Experiences are products of the heart. Life is a manifestation of the soul.

Yesterday's past memories die in the mind. Today's present moments of life, live now in the soul. Tomorrow's future dreams are born in the heart.

When a tree is lost, it can return to its roots to find it's routes.

Sometimes it gets so quiet, I can hear all the things you never said.

You define your existence, not the other way around.

Is hell still hell if everyone you hated in life isn't there?

Tis not the weapon you wield, Nor the armor you wear, It’s not the steed you mount into battle, Nor is it the monsters you slay, It’s not the quests you’ve undertaken, Tis not even your path journeyed thus far. It’s the companions at your side that make an adventure.

If we do not hope, we do not try, If we do not try, we do not fail, If we do not fail, we do not hurt, If we do not hurt, we do not live, If we do not live, we do not die, If we do not die, we do not dream, If we do not dream, we do not love, If we do not love we do not hope.

A puzzle is a scattered mess of pieces before it’s put together, people are like that sometimes too.

To show Bravery is to enter the unknown darkness, knowing there MIGHT BE monsters inside. To show Courage is to enter the unknown darkness, knowing there ARE monsters inside.

There is no egress from madness, no order, and thus no path, sometimes you must lose yourself before you can find your way out.

Trade your caterpillar dreams for a butterfly reality.

Creativity is Doing what you can with what you have, Imagination is Dreaming of what you could do with what you could have.

The single most critical ingredient to your happiness is you. Never forget you.

Actions speak as such, where as words are but noise.

Life is about proving yourself wrong in times of self-doubt.

Dreams do not have to be an if, They can be a when, Not something to be put off till later, But something to be saved till then, The choice is yours, As are the dreams of thou, As when, to when, you will let your THEN, be NOW.

Life will try to kill you any way it can, It will! Don’t make it easy for it, Let it be remembered that you put up one hell of a fight.

Though the existence of voices in my head label me insane, One can't ignore the practicality or validity of their arguments.

Having faith in others is easy, having faith in yourself is hard.

Give up on the irrational hopes that your hopelessness will kill you, it won’t, it will just hurt a lot.

I have no clue what the future holds, what failures are yet to come, my disappointments, or how I’ll die. But it doubt it will be because of pain,. Pain hurts me without a doubt, it haunts me even. But in the end I think it will be hope that does me in.

We all have shadows, the bigger they are, the closer the light.

We're tragic actors in a world of comedy.

We are but masterpieces waiting to happen, searching for our inspiration.

The past inspires the future, just as the dead inspire the living.

One person’s trash is another person’s treasure, try to remember that when people treat you like trash.

Some classify it as masking the pain, or drowning your sorrows. I prefer to think of it as baptizing your inner demons in alcohol

The muse of memories past inspires smiles on many a sad faces, tears on many a dry cheek, and warmth of love inside so many cold hearts.

Ugliness and tragedy are stories that write themselves, happiness and beauty on the other hand may need a little inspiration and encouragement from you, make sure that they know how much you believe in them.

What moments of now will I wish to remember, what memory of yesterday shall I choose to forgo and forget, what choice can I make to bring me forth a true smile, what decisions I make now, will tomorrow I regret?

Sometimes in life we need to go to the closet and grab our skeletons, pile up all those that we have outgrown or those that are no longer “in style” and toss them out, We may keep a few that hold sentimental value, but we are asked to please toss out all those that no longer fit us. Spring cleaning for the soul.

You can’t stand up, help, save, change, love, have hope, have faith, or believe in yourself, if you don’t know who it is you are.

Strap a casket to your face every morning to make your reflection more palatable to the rest of the world, bury alive who you truly are under the dirt of the disguise, another body in another unmarked grave joins the ranks of the rotting masses of the masquerade graveyard. I guess we’re all killers in our own right.

Emptiness and Nothing have the most potential. Remember that, the next time you feel like you're nothing or empty.

A person can only stave off the impending magic-less fantasy for so long by themselves, before they succumb to it and it becomes their reality. The stardust flicker that glows inside us is not meant to shine alone, and so there are those who fight the good fight in attempt to gather together and forge magic into our realities. Poetic entendre, lapsing into oblivion, suffocating on internal truth with no hope of outside lies.

Hope is a small space behind our heart, protected by it. Where we place the wishes we don't think will come true, yet we're not entirely ready to give up on their possibility. Our one in a million shots, Our rainy day fund for happy thoughts.

If you have never been stabbed, than statistically your chances of it happening to you increase daily. The same goes for good/positive stuff too I guess.

Life is no more than a series of questions, Our experiences are but the manifestation of how and in what order we attempt to answer them.

Without social outliers, we as a society would not know where the “regular” bounds end. And thusly the “normal” order exists as a direct result of the romantically divergent freaks, who live on the outskirts of understanding, amidst the chaos. They are what/who keep our insanity sane. Please thank the strangest person you know

The world today is but a compilation of peoples past dreams made reality.

There is something to be said about the impressionable and lasting power of nightmares, opposed to those of dreams or fantasies in regards to the secret inner workings of our developing minds, humanity, and culture. As to what the secret is?, I am unaware, But the concept sure is intriguing.

A mistake is an error that you don’t attempt to correct and refuse to learn anything from.

Although the sun is brighter than the moon, it robs you of the experience of seeing the stars.

You can see more of yourself in a shattered mirror than you can in a whole one.