Quotes by Hubert Martin

I was burdened with an ever-growing heart on the verge of decay. To save myself, I had to give many pieces of my love away. I hope I can give it all to someone, someday.

It was a slow fall, through warm experiences and good laughs. It didnt even feel like love until I got to the end. Even then, it was not the hard surface of rock, but the scorching embrace of more.

I wanted to know every story behind the scars on her curves. I wanted to decipher the whispers hidden beneath her every breath. I wanted to unravel her with my hands.

They surrounded me, bare me. Their fingers like tentacles and their desires like knives. Their fingers traced my secrets and their desires carved my skin.

Anyone who claims good or evil isnt one or either, theyre just a liar... the worst kind of liar... the liar that doesnt even know theyre lying. Were human. Were good during the day and evil at night, half the time those roles are reversed, thats what its all about.

We are the living whole of the fragments from the things weve experienced and people weve encountered. Each interaction changes us in a subtle or massive way. The masterpiece we are sheds its weathered skin, becoming even more than it was before.

Every decision, every single one, comes with a price to pay. It means you chose one thing over another, always. Whether you chose right or wrong, that cost remains constant. Its a permanent life tax. Thats where taxes come from.

The brittle seeds remained inside my soul, my tears the water that begged them to grow. And though I hate to admit it, you are my sun. Your light and warmth the last variables needed to see the seedlings burst and anchor. The roots in my soul, the flower and fruit in yours.

Just being around her made me feel better. She had an amber shade aura to her that filled any cracks and brokenness I hadnt yet fixed. I could be myself around her, knowing full well she held on as I let go.

His eyes are covered by impermeable marble, a solidity that can never be breached. You think there is gold and warmth behind the facade of cold, but if only you could see your reflection in the marble. You would see how you burn, how brightly you glow, enough to incinerate anyone else whole.

Inside, my soul is curled tightly bearing the burden of massive sins from another life. And my eyes look far at the hell around me... a sharp grin tugs at the corner of my lips.

My scars show you Ive been strong enough to endure the trauma of the world. My heart has no scars, my heart hangs in tatters only visible to those who see with more than their eyes. And my soul, well, my soul is comprised of pristine shatter, held together only because each individual piece is falling apart. They fall apart the right way though, thats why I still play this facade of being one and whole.

And in my novels I live many lives. Substitutes of spontaneity to replace a dreary reality. How I live for those inky black words and kaleidoscope colored experiences.

An intricate string made up of infinite knots and curls. Taking a step back, it really did seem so fragile. As if the smallest breeze of opportunity would cause it to snap. It held strong though, fastened to me and you as a line of steel.

I wear my past around my shoulders as a fine, but worn, cloak. Dont be fooled by my cloaks appearance, I have a three piece underneath.

I was the wings that kept her aloft, while the churning sea of reality nipped at her feet. I kept her from drowning, but I still felt bad, that her toes had to experience such dreadful cold.

Everyone is their own, though they are so alone. They all sit on their imagined thrones, made only of their own bones. Ego and pride make exquisite delusional cushions.

He accepted new ideas as readily as new trends. Knowing those worth it would last and the lessers will pass.

I held my breath tightly against the shivers coursing through my body. Darkness ate away the edges of my vision and numbness stole away my fingers. I kept holding though. Watching the last bubble of precious air escape my lips. Then it became all black. But I never let go.

It was a burden on all her muscles. A hollow deeper than her bones. She braced herself though, she knew why Atlas stood so tall.