In a cave where everything is fragranced with water, she asks for a daughter instead of praying for a son.
NIKITA GILLSome things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into the sea.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated. It is your hardest days as much as your best days that help you grow. All of this is part of being human.
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Love someone who is kinder to you than you are to yourself.
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I will not give up the flowers in my heart for stones just because the world is a hard place. The world is only hard because it needs more flower hearted people.
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You have to choose between freedom and comfort. You choose freedom. Of course you choose freedom.
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Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.
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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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I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.
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You see, there can be no life without death.
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All my childhood heroes lived on the page. Now they live in me.
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Fearless already runs through your blood. Now do it justice.
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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 greatest wish I have ever had is to create with words, what wizards cannot and what magic never has.
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What I have spent in mourning is the price I have paid for my healing.
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The bird building her home on your windowsill has every nest destroyed before. The spider that is delicately weaving a masterpiece has had every single thread broken before. And despite it all, they try again.
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The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.
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