black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

A story is no small thing.

Nikita Gill

You have belonged better in your own arms than in anyone else’s. Remember you are the softest love you will ever have.
NIKITA GILL

Better Self Love Soft Yourself
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.
NIKITA GILL

Beautiful Enough God Heart Hope Language
People are going to betray you the way Judas betrayed Jesus, the way Brutus betrayed Caesar, and you will love them anyway.
NIKITA GILL

Betrayal Love People Willing Yourself
Some loves come with an expiration date, like all things that are perishable this kind of loves rot.
NIKITA GILL

Date Kind Love Rot
To my children, I will say, ‘Fill your skin with kindness and find solace in your solitude. It takes bravery to be kind. But to be brave you will need to know how to stand for something even if you are completely alone.’
NIKITA GILL

Alone Brave Children Courage Kindness Skin Solitude
People talk about love like it is patient and kind. Love is also dark. It is ferocious and angry and destructive.
NIKITA GILL

Angry Destruction Love Patience People Talk
Our stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.
NIKITA GILL

Beginning End Man Trust
There is an art in the emptiness of all natural things.
NIKITA GILL

Art Empty Natural
You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?
NIKITA GILL

Fall In Love Storm Thinking Yourself
Even with the antidepressants, the grief seeped through the dangerous cracks in the scaffolding holding me up.
NIKITA GILL

Crack Dangerous Grief Hold Myself
Perhaps magic is in the habit of choosing sharp-eyed girls who ask too many questions for their own good. Perhaps it chooses girls who are not unloved, but not fully loved either.
NIKITA GILL

Choice Eyes Habit Herself Love Magic Question
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 GILL

Blink Confusion Eyes Lying See Truth
Ghosts of the person you used to be are so proud of who you are, they live on inside you applauding you for living on despite your scars.
NIKITA GILL

Despite Ghost Live Person Praise Proud Scars Yourself
Fearless already runs through your blood. Now do it justice.
NIKITA GILL

Blood Fearless Justice Run Yourself
I am trying to stop being the ashes that you left behind.
NIKITA GILL

Break Up Myself Stop Try Yourself
But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
NIKITA GILL

Brutal Myself Violence Way Woman

A story is no small thing.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

A story is no small thing.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Nikita Gill Quotes