Quotes by Kellie Elmore

...what happens when you returnand find nothingbut a hollowed shell,shingles and floor,walls and echoesand the light that lead you herehas now burned outand the ones who built ithave traveled afarand you cant go to them,no matter what shoes you wear.

Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.

Sacrifices made for love are fine, unless the sacrifice is you.

Sometimes the only way to ever find yourself is to get completely lost.

Life is like a steering wheel, it only takes one small move to change your entire direction.

Maybe Heaven will be a library. Then I will be able to finish my to-read list.

Maybe Heaven will be a library and then I might get to finish my ‘to-read’ list.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…

I dont want someone to believe my lies, I need someone to accept my truths.

If we change our thoughts from its too late to, theres still hope, we might see some change in the world.

I firmly disbelieve in death. A spirit never dies. Where it wanders when it leaves the flesh, is a cognitive proposition.

Sometimes you have to put yourself in other people’s shoes to really understand the hardships of their souls.

This town of churches and dreams; this town I thought I would lose myself in, with its backward ways and winding roads leading to nowhere; but, I found myself instead. -Magic in the Backyard (excerpt from American Honey)

Youre surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, dont notice me.

It...whatever it is, has swallowed me and I lie here in the pit of its cold dark stomach being eaten alive by its bile and I...I dont even know if I want to be saved.

...and the smoke that creeps off the tip of my cigarette and into the dim, scattered strands of light leaking off the moon, in through the clefts in the curtains, is much like my spirit trying to escape the burn of yesterdays presence.

The train blows through towndelivering reality,slapping my face and screaming,“You are alone”Rose colored memories drown,taking their last breath.

Hold love like a butterfly, with gentle preservation. Hold life like the reigns of a wild stallion, with fierce assertion. Encompass that, and you find the nectar of the immortal spirit.

What a more beautiful world this would be if we didnt wait til people were dead before we honored their spirit.