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.
TERAZA FAULKNERSometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
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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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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It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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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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Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
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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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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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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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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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A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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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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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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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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