I don’t know how to love people well yet. But I know I can love you the way you deserve, if you let me.
NIKITA GILLPeople talk about love like it is patient and kind. Love is also dark. It is ferocious and angry and destructive.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Some 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.
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Knowledge after all is a dark art, full to the brim with liberty, a trembling, malleable power.
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As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.
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Tell them all what they tried to kill came back. Tell them all that I have come home.
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Nothing makes her want to be less adventurous or give up her eternal search for something to quench her wanderlust.
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Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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The river takes what she wants, does what she desires, and washes over anything that stands in her way.
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Your body is not a first aid kit for broken people and damaged souls and hearts that are too tired to fix themselves.
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I am so afraid of disappointing the people I love, I often forget that I am someone I love too. And I need kindness just as much as I believe the people I love do.
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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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The greatest wish I have ever had is to create with words, what wizards cannot and what magic never has.
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The woman who tames fires and snakes and savours bones.
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The loneliest thing you can ever do is take very instance where you should grow and waste it by only thinking how could this happen to you?
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You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.
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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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