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.
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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Words are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.
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I am not scared of what I may find within the darkness of this forest line. But I do fear what the wild may find in me. I do fear that kind of vulnerability.
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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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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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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.
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There is no road less travelled than the one that leads into the sea. But the waves will always take you to where you need to be.
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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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It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
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Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
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Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
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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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It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
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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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