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.
NIKITA GILLTell your daughters how you love your body. Tell them how they must love theirs.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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There are graveyards inside you made of people that made you ache, made of memories that you barely survived made of trauma and heartbreak. These graveyards need to become gardens where you plant flowers that blossom, for you to let go.
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A story is no small thing.
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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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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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What I have spent in mourning is the price I have paid for my healing.
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If you think the value of a woman is only in the curve of her hips and the shape of her breasts, you do not understand how to read beneath her jagged lines, the sacred geometry that make up her glorious heart and her beautiful mind.
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People are going to betray you the way Judas betrayed Jesus, the way Brutus betrayed Caesar, and you will love them anyway.
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What a perfect collision of star it was that came together at just the right moment at just the right time to build the incredible thing that is you.
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A wound left unhealed is bound to open again. That’s just what being human is.
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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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When I was a little girl, I had a friend and sometimes I wondered if he was born on the day the Titanic sank.
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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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The old gods may be ash and bone now, but in us they rise anew.
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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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She didn’t just wait for someone to come and rescue her from her discontent and strife, instead she took matters into her own hands and empowered her own future, her own life.
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