Like a flower, that hides from the sun and discovers it still grows and blooms, I am learning that I too, can survive the dark, without you.
TERAZA FAULKNERWhere the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.
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Words are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.
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Sometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
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If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
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Dawn breaks and this heart breaks, too. Yet the sun continues to rise and this heart of mine knows only of the journey down, like an eclipse of the heart.
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A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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Isn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.
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Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
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She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
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I am not scared of what I may find within the darkness of this forest line. But I do fear what the wild may find in me. I do fear that kind of vulnerability.
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I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.
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I’m like a lost bird. My wings are not broken, but my heart is. Love always kept me flying. But now, love is what keeps me still.
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I wish for a world where our hearts could be seen on the outside and we acred more about what our love looked like than our faces.
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Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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