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.
TERAZA FAULKNERPain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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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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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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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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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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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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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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The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
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Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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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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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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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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She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
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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.
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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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I’m like a lost bird. My wings are not broken, but my heart is. Love always kept me flying. But now, love is what keeps me still.
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