If we had no fears to master, how else would we grow?
NIKITA GILLTeach your daughters their battle cries are needed far more than their silence and hear them deafen the world with their fearlessness.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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I know how to live with a blade and teach it not to make me bleed.
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And they didn’t spend years painting your soul into masterpiece-like existence for you to waste it on someone who doesn’t appreciate you.
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Anxious people are resorceful, they need to know how to keep the sea of panic at bay so they do not drown.
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The worst story I know is my heart. The best story I know is my heart. Both these truths know how to exist together in ways I never thought I will learn. This is the quietest of victories.
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These are women made of terrible tempests and savage storms and the untamed unwanted.
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Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours. Infuse modern love with the hues of older romance. An agency that offers something real in a world that was increasingly becoming plastic.
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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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There is a difference between holy and pure. Holy is also the way the anger boils inside our throats.
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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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Perhaps he should have paid attention to the snakes coiled inside me waiting to strike.
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No one told me love could be a God of both living and dying. That girls who love girls do not just drown, they also float.
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Fearless already runs through your blood. Now do it justice.
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What I have spent in mourning is the price I have paid for my healing.
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Learn it well. Wear your hair wild, embrace your anger and learn to wield it without fear as a sword against those who hurt you.
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You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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