Plant seeds of hope in the cracks of your broken heart, with a little bit of patience it will soon begin to bloom again.
DANIELA SENICKHealing is like dealing with the moods of the moon. Somedays you feel the pain at its fullest and you don’t know how to make it through it, and other days it feels a little bit more bearable.
More Daniela Senick Quotes
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The most beautiful gift that a writer can receive is to know that the reader can feel the emotions in every word.
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Sometimes I write Because I don’t know what I’m feeling deep inside, or because I feel too many different feelings at the same time. And if I read it then it may make sense and will help me understand, what’s going on in my heart and head.
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I knew it was real love the moment I could bare myself to you naked (without taking my clothes off) and I could show you all my scars (the ones that are invisible to the naked eye) and you loved me even more.
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Before you let someone dive too deep in depths of your soul, make sure he knows how to swim.
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LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.
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I was not always strong. But I was always brave. And to be brave is strong enough.
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I never valued the meaning of words that much, Until I realized how healing they are.
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Through writing we try to give sense to the thoughts in our heads and the chaos in our souls and the scars in our hearts.
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Beneath every scar there lies a tragedy, that we try to heal through writing poetry.
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Never hold her back from the things she does, with passion in her heart and love in her soul.
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She cannot Conquer your demons. But she can be the guiding light, which shines through the cracks of the darkest corners of your heart to blind them.
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Seduce my mind find my soul before your hands touch me.
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Pain shapes us into writers, it cuts our veins open like a sharp knife. But while we are about to bleed dry, we turn our blood into ink.
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She plucked a feather from her magnificent wings and dipped it in ink. She wrote poems bled from her scars guided straight from the depths of her heart.
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I turned my scars into wisdom, and my past into lessons learnt.
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