Remember, there are beginnings in endings, through destruction there comes life.
NIKITA GILLSo when they ask you what you weigh, you don’t need to look down at any scale. Instead, simply tell them the truth; tell them how you weigh whole universes and storms and scars and stories, too.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Sometimes all it takes to help someone survive anything brutal are those six words: ‘None of it was your fault.
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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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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.’
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Softer memories once lived there. Where there is now burning. Where there is now blood.
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Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.
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Girlhood is confronting the parts of you that you think are too dark for anyone to love.
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And I return home always. Because love’s call has always been stronger than the moon’s.
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How your voice tremors when you speak of loneliness.
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All children are born equally innocent, but all children are not born equally loved.
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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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Even the day must let go of the sun and allow the light to disappear, so the darkness can live for a while. The only way out of grief is through it.
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We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.
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And power, power was so much more important than beauty ever could be.
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I used to only pick up a pen for myself but now I pick one up for you too. Is there such a thing as an unselfish love poem? I don’t know, but I’m trying.
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Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God’s favorite till he fell.
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