Kellie Elmore Quotes

Poetry will die when love and pain cease to exist.

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

If we change our thoughts from 'it's too late' to, 'there's still hope', we might see some change in the world.

Puttin' on a cowboy hat & a pair of boots doesn't make you country; Like puttin' on a ball gown & glass heels won't make me Cinderella.

And should I die in her care, I would leave smiling because, I will linger in the hills beside her ...

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

No matter what, we have to keep moving forward, even if we have to crawl.

What a more beautiful world this would be if we didn't wait til people were dead before we honored their spirit.

It's summer and time for wandering...

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

Love is the castle, doubt is the moat, desire is the paddle and hope is the boat.

Watch me go. Watch me. Because you said i couldn't. Because you thought I wouldn't. Go on, cry now. Cry.

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

I don't want someone to believe my lies, I need someone to accept my truths.

Winter is much like unrequited love; cold and merciless.

Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.

I love how summer just wraps it's arms around you like a warm blanket.

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

That dip in the road- that sends your belly to your throat ... that's how it feels when you kiss me.

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

I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.

Social media has infected the world with a sickening virus called vanity.

How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.

Dreams are humans wings.

I am but a firefly caught in his jar and when he looks at me, I can't help but glow.

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

The pen to a writer is like a cigarette to a smoker; they need it to take the edge off.

Some of the best memories are made in flip flops.

Don't just follow your dreams; chase them down, grab hold and don't let go.

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 ...

From where it came and to where it goes, I wish I knew, like the river knows.