Nikita Gill Quotes

The ghosts of all the women you used to be are all so proud of who you have become, storm child made of wild and flame.

She takes her life and starts turning it into something beautiful without him. She learns how to love herself in the most intricate of ways. She goes out and spends time with her friends when she is lonely. She learns to love her alone. And often when she finds herself missing him, missing the good moments with him, she whispers to herself, 'The absence of you has taught me how to love myself. So thank you, my darling, my dearest.

You become the thing that hurts you until it can hurt you no more.

There is no justice in the world. You have to make your own, because believe me, the cosmos that gifted you the chaos, also created you with care.

If two Gods can love each other with no objection from the divine or the universe, who are mortals to tell other mortals who they can and cannot love?

Yes, I am dreadful and I am desolate and I am difficult to digest No I do not apologise for the things that I am for what makes me today I am that dark thing that you loved to hate, now the terror that keeps you awake Call me gross Call me stupid Call me disgusting None of those names can ever hurt me again I am a thousand treacherous things I was not made To be lovely for you I was made to eat monsters for ME I never lied I never claimed not to make mistakes I never said I was a saint When you bullied me with those names as a child You made a horrible mistake

You cannot mourn the life
you haven't live yet,
only one that has already gone.
You will never know the meadows
you could grow, if you are fixated
on the ashes of a garden you never had.

That idea...it was you.
You are the universe’s fairytale come true.

I hope for a friendship where we can make each other laugh and all the colours we see in each other, on the days we are rainbows as much as on the days we are shades of grey.

She's a woman in love and is loved in return. That is a powerful thing.

I will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. I will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. If our demons cannot dance, neither can we.

It’s how I learn there are a multitude of ways to say I love you. For so many you don’t have to use words at all.

Grandmothers are a gift not to be taken lightly. So many lose them, before they are old enough to know their magic. I am glad my bones were born with this knowledge. She taught me how to become a good ancestor. At least this - loving her presence, appreciating her wisdom - is something I know how to do well.

I hope you summon your courage and you invite your demons to tea, and you learn to listen to all their stories.

We remember that family is not just those of blood. But also those we choose to love.