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7 Book Quotes About Fighting and Resisting in YA

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Her heart wears wisdom skin and wit warmed splendor, the echoes of a war cry holding its four chambers together. She rises like Athena on a night of victory dancing. She rises like the blood moon in a night sky of a thousand nebulae bursting.

Nikita Gill, Athena Girl (via meanwhilepoetry)

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Changing in Love?

You don’t change in love. You find someone who pulls hard at the loose thread that weaves your shield, and leaves your soul naked. Someone who brings out the goof in you. The real you. The one you never let out. And when that person leaves, you just don’t know how to be that same person anymore. You build up your shield once again. This time with glass walls instead of threads. And you become cold. Guarded. But wait for someone. The right one. Who will break through that wall once again. Once you find that person, never let them go.

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One Fine Morning...

One fine morning, I'm gonna drop everything, and disappear. Chase an unknown destination, in the hopes of finding, the happiness I've always been looking for. Happiness that the tin and bustle of this crowded city, could never offer.

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Nikita Gill

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Take all the bitterness inside you and turn it into growth. Show the people who hurt you how you turned the pain into beauty despite their betrayed oaths.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

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I ❤️ Happy Endings

View more Nina Dobrev on WhoSay

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"A broken soul always searches for another broken soul, so that they can fit together and become whole again."

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Have you ever loved someone so much that their soul was sewn to yours? And when they left they tore a part of your soul so badly that you'll never be able to repair it again?

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Dear God

There is a beauty of prayer: you get each and every thing you ask for, sometimes directly, sometimes in a different way; but you get them alright. So pray wisely, because you might get what you wish for. I’ve seen people ask for money, a successful career, a dashing/hot life partner from the Creator. Their prayers were specific. Mine were always weird. In recent times, whenever I have bowed my head in prayer, I’ve asked for only one thing. “End my sufferings.” I don’t know how my creator will grant it. He might make things easier for me, or might grant me death to end it all. Though, I’d want Him to rip my heart out. It’s not easy to live when your head is crowded with emotions you can’t control. Back in university, I realized a little too late that I had chosen a wrong major. But I never asked Him to give me tons of marks in exams. I only asked Him to help me push through, to give me enough strength to prove my worth. He did. My CGPA is a proof of that. Like I said, beauty of prayer. I’ve never asked for anything but inner happiness from Him. Nothing but a family that loves me. Not money, not a great job. I asked for strength from my lord. Some might think I’m lying. I’m not. Because I believe the presence of strength or lack thereof is the only determinant of success or failure. If I have enough strength, I can manage the rest on my own. I have never asked Him to keep me or my parents alive for hundred something years. But I do ask Him to not curse us with a terminal illness. Let death be sudden, unexpected. But don’t make us suffer. I’m yet to find out how all my prayers will be answered, but I’m forever grateful for the ones that have been granted. Thank you, dear God, for spoiling your little child with all the happiness of the world. And thank you, for all the good things you have in store for me. I look forward to them with gratitude and an undying faith. Don’t disappoint me. Please.

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Often it is wiser to kill all your dreams so that your dear ones can smile. ☺ I have lived on this earth for so many years, yet, if anyone asks me to define success, I'll stutter a thousand times. Because society has drawn a fine boundary for the definition, one that you must not cross if you don't want to lose a limb. Success according to me is to be able to do what you love and make something out of it. But the constant rat-race of the society has reminded me time and again that I must not stray from the convention if I want to be accepted in it. That I must entertain the rules it has set for us if I still want to maintain the so-called status. That I must not try to be something different, someone unique. It has kept reminding me that I must not take risks, that I must be the good girl they always asked me to be. I did have the fire in me once, to do something utterly unconventional, to bend the rules, to establish myself as the girl who didn't give in to the whims of others. But with time, the passion, the perseverance has died away. I've lost all the fire to the constant waves of disapproval. Would I consider someone responsible for it? No. Apparently, having a set of lenient parents isn't sufficient enough. You need to grow a thick skin, and forget everything else. The people, the friends, the society. The need to have a family in future. Your passion is the only thing you have to focus on, and all else must be left behind. Sadly, I couldn't be that person. I couldn't grow a thick skin. Because I'm too tired to even think about taking risks anymore. Achieving something unconventional is definitely a success, but so is seeing your loved ones smile at the end of the day. And I believe the latter kind of success matters to me more than the former one. What's with a dream, right? Lots have died. Let another, too. ☺

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Hear That?

Hear that?

That’s the sound of my heart shattering.

That’s the sound of my world crumbling.

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And then someday...

And then someday, you will find someone who will love you like the moon loves the sea.

Like a dying man loves his last breaths.

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Maybe Someday...

And one day, we will grow old. Our vision weakened, our steps feeble. Life will have washed away all traces of anger. And we will be left with the happy memories. Happy memories of us when we were young. When we were in love. Hopelessly. Irresistibly. And on that day, we will regret staying away from each other. We will regret all the lost years. All the days on which we could've whispered each other's names before falling asleep. And woken up to each other's smiling faces. What would have happened if we had let our anger go? What would have happened if we accepted each other's flaws? Would we be happier? Would our lives be different? We would never know.

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Yes I’m Jealous...

Jealous of my cat, who does not have to wake up early in the morning.

Jealous of my neighbor’s one-year-old, who does not have to hurry and get ready.

Jealous of the banana-seller down the street, who does not have to start from home at six-thirty to earn a living.

Jealous of that pretty girl with a car from the college, who does not have to run after a bus to catch it.

Jealous of my engineer batchmate, who picked the major of his desire and does not feel like a fish out of water in his classes.

Jealous of that girl from my Marketing class, who can speak up and answer any question without hesitating.

Jealous of that beautiful girl who knows how to apply the perfect coat of makeup on her face.

Jealous of those plastic girls who are so comfortable in heels.

Jealous of that guy who can push through the crowd in front of the cafe to get his food.

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That moment...

...when you discover that your undergrad degree was mere a waste of time and effort. #adulting #fuckadulting