Quotes from Curtis Tyrone Jones

Please don't be overly sober with your precious wings, it's your addiction to freedom that makes me think that i too can defy gravity.

Wise is the one who flavors the future with some salt from the past. Becoming dust is no threat to the phoenix born from the ash.

Your fate is never determined when your massive imagination is.

Life's a gloomy puddle, until you start jumping in it.

Some bow to the spirit of collectivism, while you ascend to the spirit of your own eclectic rhythms.

The fun part is finding which thoughts, in that crazy beehive of emotion, are the ones that mass produce the honey.

You'd corner me in your conformity but even in dormancy i'm sleeping with enormity, stretching the belly of the earth & everything i was born to be.

You're only as good as your last thought of yourself.

The best piece of life's magnificence is your slice of internal peace.

Some situations are just like bad dreams, they're only unbearable while we're giving them our full attention.

When she smiles, the lines in her face become epic narratives that trace the stories of generations that no book can replace.

The sun never has an inferiority complex. It shines the same whether above or below.

You're only as good as your next thought of yourself.

You're only as good as you're next thought of yourself.

Stay hungry on the path you trod to overcome all odds though fate & the gods seem to pepper your plate with a barrage of sabotage.

Dig deep & pull the roots of confidence from the ground of your being, standing firm in the raging storm until sunlight blossoms inside you.

Give it air & let the scar on your soul reveal itself, because, like the body, it too was made to heal itself.

Rare indeed is the seed who can bury its nightmares & still stem & blossom into its wildest dreams.

The weight of your baggage never stops true love from taking flight.

People tell you to believe in yourself for your whole life, then call you arrogant when you begin taking their advice.

The sun still lives his silent vows to the moon, by bowing to kiss her feet whenever she walks in the room.

Sometimes we find the sweetest solidarity in the midst of solitude.

You can't rock the boat & act like you were just trying to put a baby to sleep.

You collide with destiny caught up in the mystery of walking the halls of a mind that's only inclined to recognize & expect victory.