We are much like the nights sky, the big things draw our attention. But its the little things that really light us up.
TERAZA FAULKNERIf 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.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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Pain made me grow in the most unexpected places. And now I know what it feels like to be a wildflower.
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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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Skin on skin his heart beat an orchestra against her chest. Love never tires of music like this.
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Pain is as dark as it is deep. But just like anything that receives enough light, it too will fade over time and become something, a little less ominous, and a little more hopeful.
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Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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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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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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You’re the crescent moon cradling all theses shadows of me teach me how to shine so there’s no distance between you and I.
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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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Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
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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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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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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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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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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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