Nikita Gill Quotes

We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.

You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?

Girls like her were born in a storm. They have lightning in their souls. Thunder in their hearts. And chaos in their bones.

The monsters were never under my bed. Because the monsters were inside my head. I fear no monsters, for no monsters I see. Because all this time the monster has been me.

You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets.

She wears strength and darkness equally well, The girl has always been half goddess, half hell

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.

Some days I am more wolf than woman, and I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.

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

Fall in love with someone who tastes like adventure but looks like the calm, beautiful morning after a terrible storm

Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.

Only the brave and the broken are kind in this world.

Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Some are made of witchcraft and wolf and a little bit of vice.

I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.

You must understand: they fear you. There is nothing scarier in their minds than a girl who knows the power of her flames.

People aren't born sad; we make them that way.

Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.

Some people will always taste like fire and leave the ones that love them tasting like ash.

A mess of beautiful contradictions make her whole, she wears fire for skin but a storm lives in her soul.

You are not his princess; you are your own queen.

You are a dangerous collection of all my favourite things. An old soul, a heart of gold and hands that make my body sing.

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.

she was the kind of girl who was a chaos of contradictions from one second to the next, for her mind was never free.

And you say you are broken, but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.

The saddest word in the whole wide world is the word almost. He was almost in love. She was almost good for him. He almost stopped her. She almost waited. He almost lived. They almost made it.

You are every beautiful thing that has ever happened to me wrapped in a person. You may think you are ordinary, but to me you are as magical as the ocean.

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

There are human beings in this world who are soft enough to feel every terrible thing that happens so deeply. And are still brave enough to remain constant and suffer for those who need them the most. Even the stars blink in awe of the gleam of their souls.

She is alone. And oh how brilliantly she shines.

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.

Some things are beautiful, but they are beautiful in the way of the sun. If you fly too close, they will melt your wings and send you plummeting into the sea.

Your heart will fix itself. It’s your mind you need to worry about. Your mind where you locked the memories, your mind where you have kept pieces of the ones that hurt you, that still cut through you like shards of glass. Your mind will keep you up at night, make you cry, destroy you over and over again. You need to convince your mind that it has to let go…because your heart already knows how to heal.

If you are someone who still carries hope in your heart, kindness in your eyes and generosity in your fingertips despite terrible people happening to you, thank you. You are one of the few truly pure things left in this world, and you deserve to be protected.

You deserve someone who lets you glow in every way you need to.

Her mother told her she could grow up to be anything she wanted to be, so she grew up to become the strongest of the strong, the strangest of the strange, the wildest of the wild, the wolf leading the wolves.

People talk about love like it is patient and kind. Love is also dark. It is ferocious and angry and destructive.

Teach your daughters their battle cries are needed far more than their silence and hear them deafen the world with their fearlessness.

... I am done being in love with you." "Why?" "I am in love with someone else. Someone who needs it more than you." "Who?" "Me.

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.

Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? She is wildfire. And she is coming to devour you whole.

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.

Take this as your reminder. Not all heroes wear capes. Some wear darkness, some wear wounds.

As leaves cover the forest floor in a carpet of vibrant rusts, orange and gold, autumn proves that sometimes death too can be a beautiful thing.

what a perfect collision of star it was that came together at just the right moment at just the right time to build the incredible thing that is you

Why be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet’s story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.

She is unpredictable, and unpredictable is another word for 'threat' when a woman wears it well.

Do not disregard or hate the maps on your skin and soul. These scars have never diminished your worth, they are the stories that make you whole.

I am the girl who spends hours huddled in a corner of a library, trying to find what you love the most about Marlowe, just so I can write you a poem worthy of Shakespeare. I've made books my lovers, hours my enemies and you the only story.

Heroes are never born fearless. They become heroes by facing their fears, by meeting them head on and saying, 'You do not control me, or own me anymore.

Maybe that's why you demonised them, turned them into monsters, because you think monsters are easier to understand than women who say no to you.

We are the blood of the witches you thought were dead. We carry witchcraft in our bones whilst magic still sings inside out heads. When the witch hunters imprisoned out ancestors when they tried to burn the magic away. Someone should have warned them that magic cannot be tamed. Because you cannot burn away what has always been aflame.

Don't let a king or a prince or a fairytale tell you you are smaller than that or who you are meant to be.

Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.

You And first, before him and before her and before them there was you. Never forget that.

I hope our daughters are born with so much fire in their souls, they could put volcanoes and stars to shame.

The greatest magic you have is the courage you go digging for, when your world falls apart, the light you still hold, when everything has grown dark.

there is nothing more dangerous than a girl who is aware of the flames inside her, and all the damage she can do.

Everyone you love is slowly dying and if you choose not to love them right they will die without knowing.

Tell your daughters how you love your body. Tell them how they must love theirs. Tell them to be proud of every bit of themselves— from their tiger stripes to the soft flesh of their thighs, whether there is a little of them or a lot, whether freckles cover their face or not, whether their curves are plentiful or slim, whether their hair is thick, curly, straight, long or short. Tell them how they inherited their ancestors, souls in their smiles, that their eyes carry countries that breathed life into history, that the swing of their hips does not determine their destiny. Tell them never to listen when bodies are critiqued. Tell them every woman’s body is beautiful because every woman’s soul is unique.

We have all taken turns being Red Riding Hood and we have all been the wolf.

They keep saying that beautiful is something a girl needs to be. But honestly? Forget that. Don’t be beautiful. Be angry, be intelligent, be witty, be klutzy, be interesting, be funny, be adventurous, be crazy, be talented - there are an eternity of other things to be other than beautiful. And what is beautiful anyway but a set of letters strung together to make a word? Be your own definition of amazing, always. That is so much more important than anything beautiful, ever.

Ghosts of the person you used to be are so proud of who you are, they live on inside you applauding you for living on despite your scars.

What if I told you that damage doesn't define you and the way you survive is no one else's business?

That sadness that you do not speak of, that haunts you in the ache of midnight. Give it to me. I want to heal that.

My darling, he is just a boy. How can he possibly begin to appreciate the constellations you leave in your wake, or the stardust in your bones, when he has yet to realize just what it means to be in love with a girl like you?

How do you go back to being strangers with someone who has seen your soul?

Your body is not a first aid kit for broken people and damaged souls and hearts that are too tired to fix themselves.

The thing I admire most about you is no matter how hard, or how much the world has tried to beat you, break you, destroy you, and throw you to the wolves you are still here, turning all your pain all your suffering into armor, into determination, into weapons and earning the respect of that same pack of wolves that were meant to rip you limb from limb.

You are still the kindest thing that ever happened to me, even if that is not how our tale is told.

Remember, there are beginnings in endings, through destruction there comes life.

Trauma when left untreated has the capacity to make a villain out of you.

You are half fairytale, half girl.

who said you can’t wear a flower crown & still remain a fearsome thing? - make persephone proud. by amanda lovelace

A story is no small thing.

But the universe never promised you this would be easy. After all, you are the hero here.

Take the wildest thing about you and nurture it till it blossoms.

Everything that terrifies you these monsters that keeps you up at night that torment you that make you feel small breakable unable to breathe like you should not exist at all, you defeat them everyday just by being alive, this on its own proves that you are enough, and you already have everything you need to survive.

To my children, I will say, ‘Fill your skin with kindness and find solace in your solitude. It takes bravery to be kind. But to be brave you will need to know how to stand for something even if you are completely alone.

Does the night ever tire of the darkness? Does the sea ever tire of her own depths? Do the trees ever tire of their roots? Do mortals ever tire of looking for other mortals to call home?

Grief makes unlikely warriors out of us all.

A clever woman is more lethal than a freshly crafted magic wand, and that is why she is fear.

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

These are girls made of dark lace and witchcraft and a little bit of vice.

Knowledge after all is a dark art, full to the brim with liberty, a trembling, malleable power.

Tell them all what they tried to kill came back. Tell them all that I have come home.

I hope you never doubt again that even when you are in pain, that you are a miracle, that every part of you is incredible.

Survival Everyone you love is capable of doing great and terrible things things you never thought they could do when they are clawing, panicking, breaking to survive. Remember this when you watch them at their very worst moments, And forgive them their survival too.

Seven billion people, and some of us have just had the best day of their lives. Today may have been the very worst day of yours. But take solace and celebrate this simple fact. It wasn’t your best day today, but it is on it’s way, because we all get lucky in turn.

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

People are going to betray you the way Judas betrayed Jesus, the way Brutus betrayed Caesar, and you will love them anyway.

The last time you kiss someone does not have to feel like you are losing them in a war.

I will not give up the flowers in my heart for stones just because the world is a hard place. The world is only hard because it needs more flower-hearted people.

Everyone has forgotten that Lucifer was beautiful too and God's favorite till he fell.

It was the way your lip curled on the word “promise” that makes me uncomfortable. There are only three other people in my life that have ever used that word, and they are all strangers now.

Persephone, grant me the foresight to know when I must let go my old life to start anew. Artemis, grant me the strength of your spine when you helped deliver Apollo, your own twin. Athena, grant me the solidarity in your sinews for which you were born in all of your armour. Aphrodite, grant me the kind of heart that always follows my passions true. Andromeda grant me the wish to never fall out of love with the night sky or the glisten of it’s stars. And Hera, grant me your fury, so I can remind my enemies I am not the weakness they perceive, I am the oncoming storm, I am war.

Fill your life with women that empower you, that help you believe in your magic and aid them to believe in their own exceptional power and their incredible magic too. Women that believe in each other can survive anything. Women who believe in each other create armies that will win kingdoms and wars.

The Sun and the Moon Aim for a love that reminds you of the devotion the sun has to the moon. Whether she is in fractions or she is whole, he still shrouds his intense light in the darkness of the night. To give her the entire sky, without judgment, so she can shine in any way she wants to. You deserve someone who adores you on the days you are in broken fragments too. You deserve someone who lets you glow in every way you need to.

Fathers, do not let your sons forget Do not let your sons forget where their essence was just formed, when their bodies were most vulnerable, they were protected by the womb of a woman. If they ever call all women weak, remind them of the strength of their mother who pulled her whole body apart to give theirs a home.

Queens   “What is a queen without a king?” I don’t know, butlet’s ask Cleopatra, Nefertiti, Hatshepsut, Sammuramat, Victoria, Elizabeth, mina, Tzu-hsi, and the countless other kingless queens who turned mere kingdoms into the greatest of empires.

Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. These are girls made of dark lace and witchcraft and a little bit of vice. These are daughters made claw first and story-mad, tiger roar and wolf-bad. These are women made of terrible tempests and savage storms and the untamed unwanted. These are damsels made of flawless fearlessness made of more bravery than knights have ever seen. These are princesses made of valour and poison alike and they are here to hold court as your queens.