Quotes added on Monday, October 31 2016
there
were
so many
things
i wanted
to say
to you
In school they teach you how to nourish a body, And they teach you how to nourish your mind. But they never teach you how to nourish your heart or your soul. They never teach you the importance of reading a book, taking a long bath, eating the whole block of chocolate, calling someone on the phone you miss a lot, travel, not working yourself into the ground, not crying over people who don’t matter, splurging on the nice dress, loving yourself. And that’s why we struggle with these things, I think.
The girl he loves is midnight,
like the blue of the sea cradled by the moonlight.
The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kissed by the summer delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves that lay abandoned.
The girl he loves I can never be
Because he's allergic to violets,
And violets are too much like me.
The girl he loves is verdant, the very green of the hill kissed by the summer delight.
The girl he loves is coral, as pink as the roses that grow in his mother's garden.
The girl he loves is crimson, red like the autumn leaves that lay abandoned.
The girl he loves I can never be
Because he's allergic to violets,
And violets are too much like me.
My mother once told me that it was the way of the world for
girls to grow into women by locking secrets inside themselves.
Till now, I still imagine every woman I have ever met to be a
big, beautiful house. Full of secret rooms, and hiding places,
once filled with innocent laughter and joy. Now slightly sad
and broken because of all those lost places inside them full of
secrets. —Nikita Gill
And sometimes, you are going to be as fierce as a dragon armed in
scales of impenetrable
gold and sometimes you are going to be as vulnerable as a lamb, soft
and comforting in newborn wool. Both versions
of you deserve to be loved. Both versions of you
are needed.
Both versions of you are beautiful.
YOU HAVE GIVEN YOURSELF AWAY
SO MANY TIMES THAT YOU HAVE
FORGOTTEN THIS: THE ONLY PERSON
WHO TRULY DESERVES YOU HAS
BEEN WITH YOU ALL THIS TIME.
SO MANY TIMES THAT YOU HAVE
FORGOTTEN THIS: THE ONLY PERSON
WHO TRULY DESERVES YOU HAS
BEEN WITH YOU ALL THIS TIME.
It is eerily terrifying that there is no sound when a heart
breaks. Car accidents end with a bang, falling ends with a
thud, even writing makes the scratching sound of pencil against
paper. But the sound of a heart breaking is completely silent.
Almost as though no one, not even the universe itself could
create a sound for such devastation. Almost as though silence
is the only way the universe could pay its respect to the sound
of a heart falling apart. —Nikita Gill
