Anxious people are resorceful, they need to know how to keep the sea of panic at bay so they do not drown.
NIKITA GILLAs leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Tell them all what they tried to kill came back. Tell them all that I have come home.
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And power, power was so much more important than beauty ever could be.
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Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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The greatest wish I have ever had is to create with words, what wizards cannot and what magic never has.
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There are three versions of you. The one that smiles and laughs with others, the one that hides and cries alone, and the one that has the ability to achieve greatness.
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Sometimes, you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling.
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Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours. Infuse modern love with the hues of older romance. An agency that offers something real in a world that was increasingly becoming plastic.
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All my childhood heroes lived on the page. Now they live in me.
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The rose is not everyone’s favorite flower, but that does not make it any less beautiful. There is a lesson for all of us in that.
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Knowledge after all is a dark art, full to the brim with liberty, a trembling, malleable power.
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Some people survive and talk about it. Some people survive and go silent. Some people survive and create. Everyone deals with unimaginable pain in their own way, and everyone is entitled to that, without judgment.
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I used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too. Is there such a thing as an unselfish love poem? I don’t know, but I’m trying.
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Lies are often truth-shaped. They’re only containers you must turn inside out and shake till the truth tumbles out, wide eyed and confused, blinking in a light it never thought it would see.
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All children are born equally innocent, but all children are not born equally loved.
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And I return home always. Because love’s call has always been stronger than the moon’s.
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