The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
TERAZA FAULKNERIt’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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Maybe all these tears are leading me somewhere. Because when the sun meets rain, something beautiful emerges. And perhaps I am a rainbow in the making.
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I’ve been that children, learning to walk. Somedays I’ve fallen, and some days I’ve crawled. But the steps, they grew. And so did my strength. And then I let go of your hand.
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There is no road less travelled than the one that leads into the sea. But the waves will always take you to where you need to be.
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Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
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Skin on skin his heart beat an orchestra against her chest. Love never tires of music like this.
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The sun never gets tired of kissing the sky, goodnight. And my heart will never tire of a love, like that.
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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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Pain is as dark as it is deep. But just like anything that receives enough light, it too will fade over time and become something, a little less ominous, and a little more hopeful.
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I will always have a little bit of the wild in me. Always remembering what a good heart tastes like. Like love, that never ends. Like you.
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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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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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If truth be known it is not all about rainbows sometimes eyes of melancholic skies still shine they still find light and color despite the sky.
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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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