We are much like the nights sky, the big things draw our attention. But its the little things that really light us up.
TERAZA FAULKNERShe 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.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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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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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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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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Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
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Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
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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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If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
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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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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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It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
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Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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I will always have a little bit of the wild in me. Always remembering what a good heart tastes like. Like love, that never ends. Like you.
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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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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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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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