And often when she finds herself missing him, missing the good moments with him, she whispers to herself, ‘The absence of you has taught me how to love myself. So thank you, my darling, my dearest.
NIKITA GILLYou fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.
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In a cave where everything is fragranced with water, she asks for a daughter instead of praying for a son.
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I’d like to think our love does return to us reincarnated in different human forms. That people might be temporary, but love is permanent and it just changes form.
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She takes her life and starts turning it into something beautiful without him. She learns how to love herself in the most intricate of ways. She goes out and spends time with her friends when she is lonely. She learns to love her alone.
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Teach your daughters their battle cries are needed far more than their silence and hear them deafen the world with their fearlessness.
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You are a dangerous collection of all my favorite things. An old soul, a heart of gold, and hands that make my body sing.
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Even the day must let go of the sun and allow the light to disappear, so the darkness can live for a while. The only way out of grief is through it.
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They kept trying to make me less angry, but I refuse to surrender my rage.
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Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated. It is your hardest days as much as your best days that help you grow. All of this is part of being human.
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Do not disregard or hate the maps on your skin and soul. These scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.
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Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.
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A story is no small thing.
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You become the thing that hurts you until it can hurt you no more.
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Does a heart that is rotted cease to be called a heart?
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She is alone, and oh how brilliantly she shines.
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