Top 50 Hubert Martin Quotes (2025 Update)

1. “She was starmetal bones with kaleidoscope eyes. A cracked framework of unique beauty, a patchwork portrait filled with swirling brush strokes, an amalgamation of delicate light and detailed shatter. I could write a novel about the way she breathes.”

— Hubert Martin

2. “As I watched the sky morph shades of amber and amethyst, of fiery orange and smoldering pink, I always wondered if colors and images like these once inspired the greats before us to construct their beauty and masterpieces.”

— Hubert Martin

3. “With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do.”

— Hubert Martin

4. “Our bodies are made of supernova dust, the epitome of ultimate destruction and shatter. And though we are whole, beings with bodies and souls, with cosmos in our eyes and black heart holes, we love as fiercely as the force of creation.”

— Hubert Martin

5. “Anyone who claims good or evil isn’t one or either, they’re just a liar... the worst kind of liar... the liar that doesn’t even know they’re lying. We’re human. We’re good during the day and evil at night, half the time those roles are reversed, that’s what it’s all about.”

— Hubert Martin

6. “The flicker, the flutter, even thoughts can stutter.”

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7. “I always thought time was the most valuable currency, but I realized the people we spent our time on and loved us back, that love held even more meaning to me.”

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8. “What do you do when your words aren’t enough? What do you do when your actions have no effect? What do you do when all the fibers of your existence scream just to be heard? And yet, only the most deafening silence returns the echoes of your screams. Is there something beyond words and action?”

— Hubert Martin

9. “I wanted to know every story behind the scars on her curves. I wanted to decipher the whispers hidden beneath her every breath. I wanted to unravel her with my hands.”

— Hubert Martin

10. “Stop the bleeding! Gauze the wound!” And his voice became much softer, “Those are the words... I’ve yet to write.” He died with that exhale. He died in a steaming carmine pool of unwritten stories that incredibly cold night. He always thought his work would take the form of ink, pen and paper, but as the last glow dimmed in his eyes, he realized his most meaningful words were sloppily spilled and patched together using blood, bullet holes and concrete.”

— Hubert Martin

11. “I realized the world around me was fragmented and broken... I had to be gentle enough not to scrape against the jagged pieces. I would not be cut today.”

— Hubert Martin

12. “In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no longer worried about what would happen when the sand ran out. I began to see the spark each grain held as it fell.”

— Hubert Martin

13. “You are whole today, looking back at fragments of the past. Such a hollow foundation for such a powerful person.”

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14. “She was small. Her shadow moved in the dance of chaos before her as the inferno blazed behind her and licked the sky with its many tongues. She clutched an indistinguishable toy with both arms tightly. Her face was serene. Her eyes shone with courage more immense than the surrounding flames. She was small, but at that moment, I’ve never seen a bigger person.”

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15. “And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on.”

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16. “She was exactly right and wrong in the perfect sort of way. This kiss would be the first of many, she was the type of girl I would desperately fight for to stay.”

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17. “I was burdened with an ever-growing heart on the verge of decay. To save myself, I had to give many pieces of my love away. I hope I can give it all to someone, someday.”

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18. “The scribbles in my notebook are a reflection of you. Every line holds your name. Every paragraph a feature of yours I love. Each page is a memory of moments that took my breath away. Of times when I laughed more than my lungs would allow. My notebook is full, but I always knew only one would hardly contain all of you.”

— Hubert Martin

19. “It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.”

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20. “The brittle seeds remained inside my soul, my tears the water that begged them to grow. And though I hate to admit it, you are my sun. Your light and warmth the last variables needed to see the seedlings burst and anchor. The roots in my soul, the flower and fruit in yours.”

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21. “She was poetry written in pen, scribbled and scrawled again and again. Ink splattered across the page. And within those scratched words, those small, sharp incisions, an image can be seen and you’re left to wonder what, in the end, this all could mean.”

— Hubert Martin

22. “It only took a corny joke, but the smile I saw shone brighter than a glare, more profound than a star. And the best thing... it was so genuine. It was so her. I never thought I could fall more in love.”

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23. “She is beyond any mortal structure of words, yet she inspires the effort to try anyway.”

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24. “On these days, I’ve never felt so hollow. Recollecting the many pieces of me that were lost in past sub-lives. They were the minor characters of my novel life, the sub-plots to the whole story. On these days I was the binding that held the book together, I was not the words.”

— Hubert Martin

25. “That last bit of hope always lingered as a stubborn thread. Every time I would try to cut it I would feel it... a pulse. My pulse. My blood is hope.”

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26. “Woven words are little conviction when I present myself as a man of fiction.”

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27. “She’s an array of undiscovered words, of feeling beyond my threshold. I’m just a man, trying to hold himself together in her wake.”

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28. “My body held on though I held snapped threads in my hands and patches of my flesh were missing entirely. I was proud of my little mess... all the mistakes, every scar and every tear, told a story of a life I was strong enough to bear. I wear a patch of pride upon my chest, showing all my self-glory of the good times and the rest.”

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29. “These places I traveled through, they were a lot like the people I knew. Some abodes I muddled about for a day or two, others entertained my thoughts for a year or a few. Each place and person gave me wisdom or growth, and, if I was lucky, sometimes I’d get both.”

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30. “I don’t know anymore, whether it’s a curse or a blessing to see the beauty in the ugly. Growing up simply and getting old complexly. I now see reason behind sin, and love behind pain.”

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31. “Adventures kept hidden, words kept silent. You became my greatest secret. And when you left, no one knew the source of the pain I felt. No one knew you existed, except my writhing heart.”

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32. “Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I’m only truly alive in the moments between.”

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33. “He sang softly, less with words and more with thought. She cradled his head, stitching together his fragmented heart.”

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34. “I wanted nothing more than her attention. Her thoughts filled with me. Her eyes lost in my image. I wanted her so badly I didn’t even realize I lost myself in the process. Now, when I look in the mirror, I only see her... where is me?”

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35. “My heart may be bruised and scarred, bleeding slow drip-drip with every thump and every other thump-thump that widens unsealable wounds. My heart is the strongest part of me. It’s survived everything I’ve thrown at it and much more than it should.”

— Hubert Martin

36. “Everyone is their own, though they are so alone. They all sit on their imagined thrones, made only of their own bones. Ego and pride make exquisite delusional cushions.”

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37. “She was poetry written in pen, scribbled and scrawled again and again.”

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38. “And though they fell as ashes, their shadows drifted as leaves.”

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39. “Just being around her made me feel better. She had an amber shade aura to her that filled any cracks and brokenness I hadn’t yet fixed. I could be myself around her, knowing full well she held on as I let go.”

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40. “When it came to her, I became an indomitable warrior. My muscles became her shield and my lungs aided her breath. She would not fall with me by her side, for I was the wings that sprouted from her back. No one would cross her without first having to survive my wrath.”

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41. “I love her, but every hug leaves bullet holes in my chest. Every kiss is another scar upon my flesh. Every thrust, every touch, every moan that escapes her lips... they are famine to my soul, and I still can’t let her go.”

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42. “I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep.”

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43. “The storm only grew stronger. Walls of facets became flooded with cracks, the tumultuous gale escaped through the smallest crevice. With her arms spread wide and all her muscles hard and taunt, she broke free from the chrysalis, letting loose her new wings and that mighty storm. I thought it was over, but I was wrong. She spread her wings and sang her song. She rode upon the howl of wind until she was gone.”

— Hubert Martin

44. “All my past heartache and pain suddenly made sense. That was who I would not be to the person who deserves the best of me.”

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45. “Inside, my soul is curled tightly bearing the burden of massive sins from another life. And my eyes look far at the hell around me... a sharp grin tugs at the corner of my lips.”

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46. “He gave up. No hint of ember behind his eyes nor life in his breath. He snipped the last, overstretched strand of hope, and nicked the strand of life by mistake. He did it with his hands.”

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47. “She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.”

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48. “It was the end for something. It was the beginning for another. But in reality it just fell in the middle. In that confusing moment of time between my birth and my death.”

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49. “I always deemed myself a one chance person, if you hurt me or betray me, then I’m done with you. As I grew older and the scars of wisdom imprinted on my soul and chest, I realized a second chance took a monumental amount of strength and some people deserve a chance to right their wrongs. Now, I would gladly allow another the opportunity to cauterize their wounds at the risk of ripping open my tight-knit scars. I would bleed for you and feel alive rather than watch with cold eyes as you decay.”

— Hubert Martin

50. “They surrounded me, bare me. Their fingers like tentacles and their desires like knives. Their fingers traced my secrets and their desires carved my skin.”

— Hubert Martin