Why be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet’s story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.
NIKITA GILLIf he truly loves you, he will love you when you are an ocean breeze but also when you are a summer storm. You were not made to be loved in parts. You were meant to be loved as a whole.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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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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Become fluent in the language of letting go. Learn to give people up before they hurt you beyond repair.
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I wonder how I have carried so many regrets without even realising they were there.
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Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.
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I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.
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The world is not allowed to make a meal of you, girl. It is there for your consuming.
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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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Maybe magic ends with me and it will never cross your path, but I want you to remember that survival is an art. The world is falsehood so you rely on your smarts.
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You see, there can be no life without death.
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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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Even without him, you can bring down monsters. Believe me. You can still bring down monsters.
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That growth is simply learning how to suffer, gracefully, elegantly constantly moving and travelling without letting your pain tear you apart.
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We have all taken turns being Red Riding Hood and we have all been the wolf.
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As 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.
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Without heartache there are no lessons to gain.
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