You have belonged better in your own arms than in anyone else’s. Remember you are the softest love you will ever have.
NIKITA GILLI will not give up the flowers in my heart for stones just because the world is a hard place. The world is only hard because it needs more flower hearted people.
More Nikita Gill Quotes
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A story is no small thing.
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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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Girlhood is confronting the parts of you that you think are too dark for anyone to love.
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Every love does not have to be made of desire. Some loves are kept for the people who stand by you through everything. Some soulmates are sisters not lovers. Some loves are for those who give you hope. And some for the strength, for wisdom, for dreams.
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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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Do not disregard or hate the maps on your skin and soul. These scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.
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What if I told you your damage doesn’t define you and the way you survive is no one’s damned business?
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I am so afraid of disappointing the people I love, I often forget that I am someone I love too. And I need kindness just as much as I believe the people I love do.
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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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But I was brutal and violent in a way they tell women not to be.
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The river takes what she wants, does what she desires, and washes over anything that stands in her way.
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I wonder how I have carried so many regrets without even realising they were there.
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You are half fairytale, half girl.
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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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Remind ourselves that grief may feel longer and more poignant than happiness but it still has an ending.
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