Nikita Gill Quotes

Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.

Remember what you must do
when they undervalue you,
when they think
your softness is your weakness,
when they treat your kindness
like it is their advantage.

You awaken
every dragon,
every wolf,
every monster
that sleeps inside of you
and you remind them
what hell looks like
when it wears the skin
of a gentle human.

Trauma isn’t going to win today. Remember how Daphne turned into the laurel tree? This is what you must do too. Form your own roots, feed from the earth that still loves you. Remember how.

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.

We must remember that an ending is the start of another beautiful something, that there is always light to be had at the end of everything.

Our stories don't begin and end because men we once trusted have left them.

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.

Once you were made of sky.
Do you remember that?

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.

I had hoped one day to find someone who loves my monsters, the wolves that I feed, the demons I sing to sleep, the tiger that is my caged heart, the parts of me I do not talk about. I prayed and wished and yearned until I realized that I had already found her within me.

The greatest wish I have ever had is to create with words, what wizards cannot and what magic never has.

There is an art in the emptiness of all natural things.

The gods are fickle. The universe is completely random in the way it functions. But you know what we can do to make sense of the randomness? Be kind to each other. Help each other. Bring each other peace. I spoke to Persephone last night, and even the dreaded queen of the Underworld agrees.

People give abandonment many names to make themselves feel better. Apollo named his necessary. He called it ‘the lesser of two evils’. Artemis was more brutal. She named hers ‘freedom’.

Let it hurt. Let it bleed. Let it heal. And let it go.