Cristina Isabel > Cristina's Quotes

“The earth laughs in flowers.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Books are a uniquely portable magic.”
― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”
― Stephen King

“Almost nobody dances sober, unless they happen to be insane.”
― Howard Phillips Lovecraft

“Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability.”
― H.P. Lovecraft

“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, Eleonora

“We never see other people anyway, only the monsters we make of them.”
― Colson Whitehead, Zone One

“We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day.”
― Brad Meltzer

“if there’s one concern that comes up again and again, it’s ‘Don’t trust the technology – it may not be your friend.”
― Rocky Wood, Stephen King: Uncollected, Unpublished

“I've become my own solution. I believe in me now.”
― Cristina Isabel, Break the Chains, Be Freed Within

“Everybody is a book of blood; wherever we're opened, we're red.”
― Clive Barker, Books of Blood: Volumes One to Three

“Life is a very bad novelist. It is chaotic and ludicrous.”
― Javier Marías

“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”
― Charles Addams

“A good book is an event in my life.”
― Stendhal, The Red and the Black

“Fear of the unknown is a horror writer's best friend!”
― G.A. Minton

“To get over the past, you first have to accept that the past is over. No matter how many times you revisit it, analyze it, regret it, or sweat it…it’s over. It can hurt you no more.”
― Mandy Hale, The Single Woman–Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass: Embracing Singleness with Confidence

“He took the time to be there for me.
And it grew from there. The love did.
My heart, down to my soul, was mended.
And all because he cared. He truly cared.”
― Cristina Isabel, Love and All its Condiments

“His heart will beat with my heart, as one, because this is the place we always came back to when we're together and when we're apart.”
― Cristina Isabel, Love and All its Condiments

“Home is more than just a building, and it's where he belongs.
And for me, home is in my heart.
So he will never be homeless.”
― Cristina Isabel, Love and All its Condiments

“I love him. And I will always love him.”
― Cristina Isabel, Love and All its Condiments

“I pressed my head against his chest and breathed.
Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. For the time being.
I was finally where I had waited long enough to be, in his arms.
He stroked my hair and gave kisses to my forehead.
Love had definitely found us and tied us in a bow.”
― Cristina Isabel, Love and All its Condiments

“I pressed my head against his chest and breathed.
Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. For the time being.
I was finally where I had waited long enough to be, in his arms.
He stroked my hair and gave kisses to my forehead.
Love had definitely found us and tied us in a bow.”
― Cristina Isabel

“They danced underneath
the lampposts at night,
when they were bored.
And when the sun rose,
they tormented wandering
souls.”
― Cristina Isabel, Beat your Heart Out

“We're both drowning
in our rotten shells.
I look to you for comfort,
but your hand is already pushing my head down.”
― Cristina Isabel, Beat your Heart Out

“The hate inside you reeks
and you're forced to vomit black blood.
It's unnatural.
Your brain is full of tumors,
unknown to you.
Or maybe, you know
and just don't care.”
― Cristina Isabel, Beat your Heart Out

“Fetch him breakfast.
Fetch him coffee.
Fetch his sheets for his bed.
Fetch him lunch.
Fetch his drink.
Fetch the ax to cut his head.
Fetch him dinner.
Fetch him tea.
Fetch the mop but watch him bleed.”
― Cristina Isabel, Beat your Heart Out

“An autumn evening...

An autumn evening, I ran hurriedly,
made my way I did to that special bench in the park,
Where in a likewise special week,
I used to meet my Amily.

My dear Amily with her mischievious eyes,
Hear songs do my ears, whenever she speaks.
With her fragrance and aura of jasmine,
Feel I do that I am in heaven.

Words spoken between us are of course less,
but the thoughts that we share are, a lot.
See each other we do, very less.
Yet an urge to keep seeing each other, we have got.

As I sat on the bench today, waiting for her,
I wondered how today she would be.
Would she dress grand or just come casually,
in a simple manner and her hair let out freely.

After a while, glance I did at the time.
“Why hadn't she come by now?”
Did she meet with trouble on the way that she came?
Or didn't it cross her mind what the time was now?

Then my worries were put to rest,
When I saw her in front of me.
I smiled at the way, that she had dressed for me.
Wearing a dress of my favourite colour,
and herself appearing royal with grandeur,
she came slowly towards me, with doubt in her eyes,
as her eyes enquired if she looked good that way?
I smiled again and gestured that she looked like a princess.
Then I offered my hand, to walk the rest of the day.

So holding each other's hands,
we walked gently,
with our minds out of the world and lost in our own dreams;
Just the two of us, me and my Amily.”
― Yasir Sulaiman, 3 Stories of Love: Romance isn't always sweet

“You push the TRUTH off a cliff, but it will always fly. You can submerge the TRUTH under water, but it will not drown. You can place the TRUTH in the fire, but it will survive. You can bury the TRUTH beneath the ground, but it will arise. TRUTH always prevails!”
― Amaka Imani Nkosazana, Heart Crush

“Here's the thing about miscarriage. They are painful, they are horrific, and they are very, very common. There are no funerals for Those Who Might Have Been, leaving parents to mourn their loss in strange and unexpected ways. But while a miscarriage may feel like the end of the world... it's actually just the beginning of a new one.”
― Brian K. Vaughan, Saga, Volume 8

“Bullshit. The only thing it is good for is fertilizing the garden. Remember that.”
― Hannah Herrera