Maybe all these tears are leading me somewhere. Because when the sun meets rain, something beautiful emerges. And perhaps I am a rainbow in the making.
TERAZA FAULKNERThe more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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Morning mist like a blanket to dawn, obscures the hope of a new day. Yet the sunrises high, and the blanket falls and hope returns to the stage.
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A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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I’ve painted stars around tears that I’ve cried. And now my pain is a galaxy and every star has a name and every name feels like pain and you’re every star.
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Pain made me grow in the most unexpected places. And now I know what it feels like to be a wildflower.
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Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
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She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
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There is snow on my face and wind in my hair and winter has nearly stolen me. But as I remember the words of our song then spring still owns a part of me.
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Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
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Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
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We are much like the nights sky, the big things draw our attention. But its the little things that really light us up.
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Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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Sometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
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Isn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.
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You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.
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