Kalen Dion Quotes

Yes, You will rise from the ashes, But the burning comes first. For this part, Darling, You must be brave.

He was always looking for new and interesting ways to destroy himself.

Darling, youre not falling apart. Youre getting rid of the pieces that no longer serve your purpose, this is a surgery of the spirit, and it can be painful as hell.

Yeah that’s what addiction does. You don’t stop until you have no other choice. You drive headfirst into a fucking brick wall with everything you love in the passenger seat... and you pray that something survives

The shortest distance between two souls is an open heart.

I see an awful lot of human beings who are really good at destroying each other and calling it love.

Things that cost me my peace are subject to removal

Encouraging someone to be entirely themself is the loudest way to love them.

Someone begging for their humanity to be acknowledged can sound an awful lot like rage.

Power is not controlling other people. Power is controlling yourself. Trying to control other people is the first sign that you are entirely out of control. Controlling other people is what weak people think power looks like.

There isn't room in my back for anymore knives. If you're going to stab me, you're gonna have to look me in the eyes when you do it.

If you stay silent about the problem to keep the peace, there's a zero percent chance that the problem gets fixed.

You ever get so disappointed in somebody that it doesn't even hurt? You don't feel anything at all. It's just like 'That's how it is, huh?

Some people can’t taste life until they’re close enough to smell the cold air of death. Some people spend their whole world chasing the lady. Personally, I don’t go looking, but I do have an open door policy.

Sometimes I think about Lady Liberty. How they used to let you climb on her crown. How we used to stand bright by her torch. How they welded that door closed years ago. And how now... you can hardly even get a spot near her feet. ~tired, poor, yearning to breathe~

You get to a place eventually. The advanced reading section in the library of living. A place where they no longer stock the story that you’re looking for in paperback. Only leather bound first editions... with no fancy art on the cover. This is where they keep the books that look like they’re about to fall apart first day off the press. This is where they keep the books that don’t mind waiting in the darkness for someone to understand them. This is where they keep the books your parents tell you not to read. I’ll say it again. This shit isn’t offered in paperback. You’re gonna need a hard cover to write the hard truths. If it doesn’t have a spine, it’s not gonna stand up for itself. You’ll know you’re getting close when the library goes from quiet to silent. You’ll know you’re getting close when every trace of humanity disappears. You’ll know you’re getting close with the titles all sound like the last chapter at the end of the book. They call this section: “These Books Are Ready To Burn.

I’ve lived on both sides of the abuse. I wear bruises on both sides of my fist. I have wept “what am I doing” and I have cried “why did they do that”. The child of an alcoholic and the alcoholic of a child. It’s strange how broken spirits, broken hearts, and broken homes walk hand-in-hand. How they leave a clear trail of shattered to follow. We are all picking out sins of the father like shrapnel left over from the day we were born. Bang. Welcome to life. Try not to step on a landmine before you get to twenty. Here are your parents. They hate you. Sorry that you won the race. Me? I’ve got a piece of broken mirror lodged dangerously close to my heart. I never know which twist in the story will be the one to open up my insides and help me drown in my own soul. People asked me where I picked up the wisdom. I don’t know that any of this actually is made of wisdom. There’s just too much fluff and well-meaning for my taste. For me, the path was always made of pain. I haven’t found feel better or act right yet... not for myself. I’m not the best one to help anybody else find it... that’s for certain... but I know every road that leads to resentment. I’ve walked them more times than I can count. I can’t tell you how to get where you’re going, but I can give you a roadmap that highlights the places I wish I never went. The first place on the list sits pretty damn close to home. There’s a town called Grief & Regret just north of Salvation, USA. I’m putting do not enter signs on every road that goes there.

The world only ends for a minute. Then we all keep going like nothing happened.

We all have a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the next, but I try not to listen to either. People with wings spend too much time in the clouds. I know an old wise-man named Intuition. He keeps his feet on the ground. He always seems to have the answer before I get a chance to ask the question. Spending his days in a dive bar called “The Chance". A small, run down joint, on the road from the mind to the heart. Two hours from nowhere and four hours back. I usually find him when I lose myself, but that doesn’t really make a difference. He always knows the way home.... Anyway, he'd like me to let you know... he's been looking for you.

There are wolves. A whole lot of wolves. Dressing like sheep and crying wolf.

May all the beauty that has died and you come back to life.

May all the beauty that it just died in you come back to life.

May all the beauty that has died in you come back to life.

Yes, You will rise from the ashes, But the burning comes first. For this part, Darling, You must be brave.