All the darkness of the night is no match for a single candle that refuses to die out.
NIKITA GILLHow your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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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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Grief makes unlikely warriors out of us all.
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Remember, there are beginnings in endings, through destruction there comes life.
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Sometimes all it takes to help someone survive anything brutal are those six words: ‘None of it was your fault.
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Grandmothers are a gift not to be taken lightly. So many lose them, before they are old enough to know their magic. I am glad my bones were born with this knowledge.
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The greatest magic you have is the courage you go digging for, when your world falls apart, the light you still hold, when everything has grown dark.
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If we had no fears to master, how else would we grow?
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There is no justice in the world. You have to make your own, because believe me, the cosmos that gifted you the chaos, also created you with care.
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I lost a God once.
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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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Perhaps magic is in the habit of choosing sharp-eyed girls who ask too many questions for their own good. Perhaps it chooses girls who are not unloved, but not fully loved either.
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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.
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It makes them feel a little free, to kiss something dangerous on the mouth.
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Burn every memory that does not help you grow. Destruction, too, can be necessary.
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Before we had mouths or language or hope, we still had love. I know it’s not much. But my god, it’s beautiful and on so many days it is enough.
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