Listen 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.
NIKITA GILLYou see, there can be no life without death.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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Even with the antidepressants, the grief seeped through the dangerous cracks in the scaffolding holding me up.
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Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.
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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.
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Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.
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Teach your daughters their battle cries are needed far more than their silence and hear them deafen the world with their fearlessness.
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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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If we had no fears to master, how else would we grow?
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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.
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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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These are girls made of dark lace and witchcraft and a little bit of vice.
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There are graveyards inside you made of people that made you ache, made of memories that you barely survived made of trauma and heartbreak. These graveyards need to become gardens where you plant flowers that blossom, for you to let go.
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The truth is, any hardship is bearable if you have someone to share it.
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I wonder how I have carried so many regrets without even realising they were there.
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The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.
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Did the girl choose magic, or does magic choose the girl?
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