A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
TERAZA FAULKNERMountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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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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Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
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Like a flower, that hides from the sun and discovers it still grows and blooms, I am learning that I too, can survive the dark, without you.
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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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We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.
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Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
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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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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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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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The sun never gets tired of kissing the sky, goodnight. And my heart will never tire of a love, like that.
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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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Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
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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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I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.
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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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