H. Raven Rose Quotes

#1. I hope that I capture something in my work that is about the elusive, the magical and powerful and the transformative. The writing in itself is transformative for me.

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#2. Be in your own skin, as an act of self-loving.

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#3. When do we get to the part where I get inspired by this wonder boy and my seriously bitchy attitude toward men is miraculously healed?

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#4. This is your karma. You do not understand now, but you will understand later. The source of pain is within your own larger expression of being.

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#5. Everything was illuminated. Everything was connected. Everything was one. Everything was love.

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#6. Writing isn't difficult. Writing well is difficult. What is most difficult is being with the interior experience that manifests as resistance to writing.

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#7. Life
luscious wet life bereft of
death, loss of empty shell
minus absent of nothing
exploding star cell
amoeba sweet algae
oxygen,
hydrogen flowering
in the vacuum of
space and magnetic motion.

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#8. Samantha reminds me of the difference between what is illusion and what is real. I am reminded whenever I forget that we choose our truth and whether to embrace it or not.

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#9. It hadn't ever been on the table. Commitment had never been an option. There was never any love.

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#10. She held herself until the sobs of the child inside subsided entirely. I love you, she told herself. It will all be okay.

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#11. The full moon cast an eerie glow through thick ancient dark woods. In the shadows around a tree, the serial killer ran his knife lovingly over Chelsea's trussed dead body. She lay, as if posed for a photo, wearing only bloody pink underpants.

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#12. Oh, my god. My non-committal boyfriend, who I was just fucking this morning, that I want to spend the rest of my life with, is your Mr. Wonderful. He's your 'nice,' mystery man. Jesus.

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#13. I write because I am a writer, not because I want to get anything out of it.

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#14. Leila dreamt that her Soul was on fire. It was not a nightmare. Shannon was in the dream. Shannon was telling her to wake up. She woke up, burning as if she had a fever, nearly soaking wet with sweat. Kevin was asleep beside her.

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