Grief makes unlikely warriors out of us all.
NIKITA GILLListen to me girl, you have castles inside your bones, coronets in your heart, if he threatens you with a battle, you raise him a whole war, the last time I checked, queens cover before no man.
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All he knew was chaos and this mortal world was obsessed with order
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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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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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The absence of abuse does not automatically equal a healthy relationship. The absence of trauma does not automatically equal joy.
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Every woman is both match and spark, a light for each other from the dark.
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That growth is simply learning how to suffer, gracefully, elegantly constantly moving and travelling without letting your pain tear you apart.
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In a cave where everything is fragranced with water, she asks for a daughter instead of praying for a son.
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Fill your life with women that empower you, that help you believe in your magic and aid them to believe in their own exceptional power and their incredible magic too. Women that believe in each other can survive anything. Women who believe in each other create armies that will win kingdoms and wars.
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Seek no homes in other people’s chests.
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You need not fear the wolves you hide in your soul. They were made not to hurt you, but to protect you against this world.
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You can strive to be perfect. Or you can strive to be art.
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There is an art in the emptiness of all natural things.
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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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Grandmothers are a gift not to be taken lightly. So many lose them, before they are old enough to know their magic. I am glad my bones were born with this knowledge.
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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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