K Tolnoe Quotes

be the moon and inspire people, even when you're far from full.

for when there is hope in my heart and starry reflections in my eyes you cannot tell my skin from my scars

more than people and places i miss moments

i will always be your home and forgive you for every mistake you made on your way to yourself

why was it so easy for you to make it so hard for me?

if you have the ability to imagine a better world you also have the power to create it

my universe starts and ends in my own head it is dominated by darkness and shadows but filled with rare glowing colors that are only visible to eyes that truly wish to see it is sprinkled with bright thoughts that shimmer and spark like stars my faith is made of flames burning to give life my dreams are planets my ideas circling around them as moons constantly changing and turning coming together and drifting apart to make things happen even with my worries flying around destructively like meteors and these fears of mine that grow into black holes with such disastrous abilities to suck me in and bend my very reality so my mind is a mystery even i am not sure exactly how it works but i can promise you this there is no place quite like it

i tend to speak as if all i want to do is leave but in truth what i pray for in the night is peace

soft to every loving touch but not as unable to protect itself from those only seeking to possess

in my head the darkness never leaves but i adore the night the stars the shadows the midnight howls

for whenever we try to hold on to a person a place an emotion it slips through our hands just like water

no place is more turbulent than another human heart and so i find myself coming back again and again to the peace and quiet of my own mind

for your fine sense of belonging your soft heart and kind hands will take you home to where you truly belong

when you invite someone in the problem is that not everyone who enters is there to admire but to acquire that’s why cats have claws and why roses grow thorns because sad as it is we live in a world where love does not equal love

this is when i realized home is about connection the feeling of being softly held and sometimes you can only find that in a person not a place

that’s the curse of being a writer i adopt everyone’s feelings and let them live in my skin the mindbreaks and their heartaches as if my own weren’t enough

it is only the moon that hears our true wishes our deepest worries our worst regrets she knows the darkness and understands our loneliness for just like us she belongs to the night and maybe that is why in our darkest hour the moon is the one in whom we confide

the bottom of my soul is mine alone i am held by the things that i love the music and the art the words that i will never write no matter how far i wander i will call it home for i can always come back to it no matter how broken i become

if there is a person that makes you want to get up and try again even if the odds are against your very existence stay there and never let go

hold on to nothing but yourself

of course i am scared i am terrified by the depths of diving down into the unknown to find myself lost in the darkest corners of my soul confused and all alone and i am unnerved by the truths i might find for once it’s done there is no coming back to a place of innocence

i long for the infinity of my childhood where everything was possible

the wounds we made are too deep to heal and the words spoken too loud to be forgotten in this lifetime

grief is the heaviest burden we as humans must learn to carry to face the absence of what we used to love

we are bound to our phases and like the moon we can never remain whole

and we must learn how to mourn the opportunities and the people that we have lost even though they still exist right in front of us

that’s the thing about wild creatures that broke out of their cages they will never allow themselves to be locked up again and so they fly away from everything that resembles a prison even if it’s made of flowers and honey

they would rather give up the hope of being happy than the sense of being free so if you love a wild heart let it breathe

i am not one to paint with red but spill the blood of me and those i love and i will come back to claim yours

- the right choice will never feel wrong

so in the very same way that bees are drawn to flowers turtles are pulled to the ocean and the wolf is called to the moon you will gravitate to a place where everything and everyone complements you

for all roads are connected and wherever your journey takes you it will eventually bring you home a place where you are safe and held a place to belong

sometimes the downfall shows itself a true blessing sometimes the ruin is the change we’ve been waiting for because maybe the place we land in is what we were searching for all along

sometimes the right place is a person

it matters who holds you who supports you who welcomes you home even when you’ve been gone for too long

he asked me "did you hope for more?" and I said "I always do

and the wolf is called to the moon

we can't have light all the time the sun must go down and then comes the night but there is no reason to hide just yet for some of us are made for this the soft moonlight the shimmering stars and the tar black night sky some of us need to break before we can unfold some of us must cry to water our roots some flowers need the darkness to bloom and create beauty in the sorrow and the gloom so don't shy away from the night for this may be your time to shine

time is the breath of the universe it knows what has been and what will be so instead of blaming it and wishing for a different hour - day - month - or year instead of forcing things by speeding them up or slowing them down try to have faith that everything happens when it should for there is always a reason even if it's one we'll never know