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.
TERAZA FAULKNERIsn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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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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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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Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with 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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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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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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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 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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Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
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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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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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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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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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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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Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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