Nicole Lyons Quotes

She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.

I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again.

She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.

I hope that someday when I am gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off of these pages and thinks, "I would have loved her.

I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I ever burned. I fear no hell from you.

She will rise. With a spine of steel and a roar like thunder, she will rise.

She is of the strangest beauty and the darkest courage, and when she walks with intent the earth trembles beneath her feet.

I am a world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

Life is just a slide. Back and forth between loving and leaving, remembering and forgetting, holding on and letting go.

I am a lover of words and tragically beautiful things, poor timing and longing, and all things with soul, and I wonder if that means I am entirely broken, or if those are the things that have been keeping me whole.

They say she is too much to handle, but when the moon pulls the tide and the wolves howl her name, blessed are the ones who have been taken by her wild.

I hold you in the safest place I keep. Somewhere between memories and scars.

The deepest pain I ever felt was denying my own feelings to make everyone else comfortable.

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.

Whatever it is that stirs your soul, listen to that. Everything else is just noise.

Sometimes love is nothing more than a sticky web; illusions spun from clever minds and bitter hearts.

If I could claw the words out of the back of my throat and give them, dripping of me, to you, we would talk of sticky hands, and the messes they make.

Dance with me. Bring my demons to their knees.

And that is the nature of us poets and whores, to make things hard: dicks, choices... life.

This world is a cruel place for a mad girl with stars falling under her skin.

There are many things you can lie your way through; poetry is not one of them.

I kept you so well, buried beneath the darkest shame and stilled with filthy lies. Perhaps I should have dug deeper.

It's ironic, isn't it? How hope keeps us breathing just to kill us in the end.

May you never become so cynical that you let a star fall without its wish.

The tide has pulled the storm from my soul, again.

There are many things you can lie your way through; poetry is not one of them.

May you never become so cynical that you let a star fall without its wish.

It is what it is and we are who we are and no measure of hope or time wasted wishing, will ever make it never so.

I have licked the fire and danced in the ashes of every bridge I have ever burned. I fear no hell from you.

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.