Anxious people are resorceful, they need to know how to keep the sea of panic at bay so they do not drown.
NIKITA GILLSo sing a soft lullaby to the things you hate about yourself, and get to know them too.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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You smell of death. Everything about is an endless goodbye.
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Love someone who is kinder to you than you are to yourself.
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Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours.
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You see, there can be no life without death.
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Forgive her for how her agony reveals itself, child. This is how blood magic works. Unconditional never meant perfect anyway.
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You have turned your heart into a museum of people you’ve loved to keep them alive inside you.
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Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God’s favorite till he fell.
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Love yourself loudly, dangerously, everywhere people have been afraid to love you, afraid to ask the way to cherish you, afraid to hold you. Love yourself most in these places, because who can be a better teacher to others in how to love you than yourself.
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I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.
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I’d like to think our love does return to us reincarnated in different human forms. That people might be temporary, but love is permanent and it just changes form.
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There is an old saying that when you meet your soulmate, your heart will not palpitate. Your body will not grow hot. Instead, you will feel like suddenly, you understand everything, and the tranquility of a thousand moons will grow between you. That was how she felt when she saw him.
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People are going to betray you the way Judas betrayed Jesus, the way Brutus betrayed Caesar, and you will love them anyway.
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Become fluent in the language of letting go. Learn to give people up before they hurt you beyond repair.
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How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
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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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