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.
NIKITA GILLOur stories don’t begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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In human beings, a black hole is spending your energy loving someone who takes all of your love and gives back nothing in return.
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Why be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet’s story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.
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Did the girl choose magic, or does magic choose the girl?
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And darling, I hope your remember to kiss the ghosts goodnight. They are only older versions of you that you have had to discard and forget.
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You are permitted to be cruel sometimes, and you are allowed to fall apart, and feel every emotion they tell you not to feel.
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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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You become the thing that hurts you until it can hurt you no more.
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Without heartache there are no lessons to gain.
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Sometimes, you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling.
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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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There is something moon-soaked and dawn-flavoured about her.
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You must understand: they fear you. There is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.
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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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What a perfect collision of star it was that came together at just the right moment at just the right time to build the incredible thing that is you.
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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.
NIKITA GILL







