Quotes from Heather Lydia Thornhill

Your love renders me into my original self and makes me feel whole again.

Your love satisfies me like a desert of oasiss.

Your soul is as delicate as a face in the clouds blown in a hurricane for hours and hours.

Your sweet silence is my translucent salvation but when you speak I am risen.

Your words carry on the air like snow, so think about how big a snowball you want to roll and how bright you want it to be.

Your words seem broken but they are new, as new as the God that made you you.