Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
TERAZA FAULKNERIsn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.
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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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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The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
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Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
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Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
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If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
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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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Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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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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We are much like the nights sky, the big things draw our attention. But its the little things that really light us up.
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It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
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I am caught between the meadow and the sky knowing I can walk long distances, but believing there’s something greater than where my feet can take me.
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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 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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I’m holding happiness as though it never left it was always below my skin. Waiting to be seen waiting for the opportunity to breathe again.
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