Rejection is a hard pill to swallow but as soon as you get past the lump in your throat you’ll be able to breathe again.
Z. ELLIOTTI never thought the victim would be me yet there I was paralyzed and struggling to set myself free. It took every fibre in my being to walk away and let it be.
More Z. Elliott Quotes
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There are so many beautiful parts of me but your eyes were too out of focus to notice.
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The heaviness of world can often feel like we’re living in black and white, sometimes all we need is a splash of color to remind us of the good in life.
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Maybe those who hurt me in the past were not all monsters, but rather kindred spirits who got lost along the way.
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I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.
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He disappeared like a ghost in the night but I kept looking for him in the shadows of the moonlight.
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He took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.
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I’m not meant to be your midnight secret, I deserve to be loved in the daylight.
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I knew my healing had purpose when songs that used to remind me of you didn’t bring tears to my eyes anymore.
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I was an unfortunate bystander caught up in the winds of your destructive storms, destroyed to ruins with nothing left to spare but feeling of emptiness lingering through air.
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I pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.
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Blue devils sing haunting melodies that echo within the chambers of my heart-this is how heartbreak lingers.
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Instead of adding fuel to the fire I had to learn how to walk away from the flames.
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I don’t need a doctor or a shaman to tell me how I feel, only I have the power to heal. I can mend my wounds into scars as a reminder of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come.
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I was blinded by the desire to be wanted that I forgot how to love myself.
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Instead of pouring me the finest liquor, he filled my cup with false promises and sweet nothings.
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