We are much like the nights sky, the big things draw our attention. But its the little things that really light us up.
TERAZA FAULKNERSometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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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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Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
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Skin on skin his heart beat an orchestra against her chest. Love never tires of music like this.
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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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It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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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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It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
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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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Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
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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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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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I’ve painted stars around tears that I’ve cried. And now my pain is a galaxy and every star has a name and every name feels like pain and you’re every star.
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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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