Take me from this wasteland, for I have longed for an escape like a bird that craves the wilderness, from every corner of his cage.
TERAZA FAULKNERI’ve been that children, learning to walk. Somedays I’ve fallen, and some days I’ve crawled. But the steps, they grew. And so did my strength. And then I let go of your hand.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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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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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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You’re the crescent moon cradling all theses shadows of me teach me how to shine so there’s no distance between you and I.
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Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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Pain is as dark as it is deep. But just like anything that receives enough light, it too will fade over time and become something, a little less ominous, and a little more hopeful.
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I’ve been that children, learning to walk. Somedays I’ve fallen, and some days I’ve crawled. But the steps, they grew. And so did my strength. And then I let go of your hand.
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If truth be known it is not all about rainbows sometimes eyes of melancholic skies still shine they still find light and color despite the sky.
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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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I am caught between the meadow and the sky knowing I can walk long distances, but believing there’s something greater than where my feet can take me.
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She fades away falls behind the curtain of the night and retreats beyond the darkness as though she is gone for good. Yet, she always returns. And so does, love.
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Snow relies on branches much like I rely on love but snow knows how to let go and I know how much it hurts.
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I’m holding happiness as though it never left it was always below my skin. Waiting to be seen waiting for the opportunity to breathe again.
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It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
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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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Skin on skin his heart beat an orchestra against her chest. Love never tires of music like this.
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