Dawn breaks and this heart breaks, too. Yet the sun continues to rise and this heart of mine knows only of the journey down, like an eclipse of the heart.
TERAZA FAULKNERIt’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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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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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If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
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Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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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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Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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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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Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
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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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Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
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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.
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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 it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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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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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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