Cheri Bauer Quotes

The things she truly loved,
& only those things,
were like a beautiful
metronome
of her heart
as was she,
only for them,
the same
rhythm.

So entranced by the feeling of your skin against my fingertips; wrapped up in observing every little detail about you, with the intrinsic curiosity of a child who is exploring the world for the very first time.

I want to be whole. More than half-healed. More than half-loved.

I was never given a lovely life. And I've had far too much taken from me, the most poignant being my innocence, my joy, and my trust... I want them all back.

I dance - to ease the madness, to subdue the longing, to breathe life into my dreams.

Many interesting things have been observed with neuroimaging machines. Synapses firing, electrical charges, patterns. Sparks. The big bang (birth of a thought) perhaps?

It will be most interesting to observe new information around this subject in the future.

I want to be- without a doubt, and most definitely, an eternal love story. One that is always passionate, healthy, genuine, and happy.

I wanted to be understood. As a human-being, and as a writer. That meant getting to (truly) know myself- away from the opinions, beliefs, assumptions, criticism, and judgement of others. It meant re-learning language... to speak concisely. It meant learning the language of my heart and soul.

Attraction: "You sparked something in me. I noticed you. I like the thought of you- enough to want to get to know if it was all in my mind.

It seems so outrageous to think, as I physically hold my first book (of this series) in my hands, that I am touching my thoughts. It is equally amazing to realize that I am touching my feelings. I am touching my questions. I am touching my hopes and dreams. I am touching my perspectives, and I am touching the (sometimes intentional, sometimes unintentional) "mistakes". I am also touching my happiness.

I am touching my inner World. I am having a physical (outer) experience with my inner World.

I love subtext, at times. It is the shy and sweetly unobtrusive whisperings that are truly innocent, yet filled with passion and blossoming promise.

Even a lighthouse needs TLC, and a caretaker.

There is a difference between longing to be a child (again), and longing to have a child-like enthusiasm. One is that an adult can stop you. The other is that no adult should.

Like a spectre of a seemingly imagined conversation, you continue hosting; exploring me, opening me, holding my very deepest recesses within your grasp. It is such an unguarded feeling, to know that you are there; whether years, or weeks away. It could even be lifetimes of distance between our heartbeats. I think I've lost track of time, waiting patiently for you. Please linger, tarry, peruse, and dwell just a little more. I want to look upon your face - perceive every subtle line around your eyes, and make note of the dips and curves of your countenance.

Words can come too easily
Actions can be falsely perceived by hope
Oh! To have a good reason to trust-
that would be the sweetest of joys.
That is of course- the sweetest-
next to genuine true love.

Know-it-all", another name
used by (some) who would shame
Feeling bad about their
own lack in vivacity
of curiosity.

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My most genuine gratitude to the Universe was unleashed as I watched you. My enthusiastic curiosity fuelled by your vivacity.

I am, I love – the stars at night, the beach sand between our toes, the gentle kiss of cool wind that brushes against your skin. The moon that beams light across the water. I am, I love – the welcome smile that greets you in the shyest way; eyes playful and filled with light. Oh the night. The colours which few truly notice. The beach, the beach – at night, I am, I love. The water that laps at the shores, kindred spirits dancing to the rhythmic waves and drumming carried from across the water. In my eyes a billions flecks of light, in your eyes the same constellations hold true. Alone to explore each other, together. Hushed, racing, slow, shy, bold, urgent, relaxed, and too long apart. And now, finally- the night sky, the beach, and you and I."

Excerpt from the upcoming book "The spark (of a muse)". By Cheri Bauer

I am a human.
Maybe consciousness.
Or 'love'! I sometimes think.
I could be all, or some of them.
Perhaps a puzzle link?

When people say that they have longing to be a child (again)I think that they mean that they miss that child-like enthusiasm for life.

As a child, an adult can stop you from doing what makes you happy. Whereas, with enthusiasm, no adult should have the power to stop you.

I am ever nostalgic for a childhood which I never had the pleasure of having.

They say that if u want to succeed, then u have to be willing to sacrifice. So I killed fear, convention, doubt, and hopelessness.

To express my sincere ardor
for the beauty of nature,
I was so colloquial
in saying that "I am batshit passionate
for enchanting gardens

I've always understood that my heart is multilingual. It speaks in whispers, expressions, colours, body, songs, and fervent desire.