When I was a little girl, I had a friend and sometimes I wondered if he was born on the day the Titanic sank.
NIKITA GILLSometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.
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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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And often when she finds herself missing him, missing the good moments with him, she whispers to herself, ‘The absence of you has taught me how to love myself. So thank you, my darling, my dearest.
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Burn every memory that does not help you grow. Destruction, too, can be necessary.
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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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Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.
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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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Maybe magic ends with me and it will never cross your path, but I want you to remember that survival is an art. The world is falsehood so you rely on your smarts.
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Take this as your reminder. Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear darkness, some wear wounds.
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You deserve someone who lets you glow in every way you need to.
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There is a knowing in her, she hears them say, that makes her untamable. She has known since she was a child that she is observant in a way that makes them uncomfortable.
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My Fairy Godmother is my heart sustaining me.
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To heal you must forgive your heart, your skin, your body, all of their mistakes.
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That sadness that you do not speak of, that haunts you in the ache of midnight. Give it to me, I want to heal that.
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Survival is ugly. Healing is messy. Self-love is complicated.
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