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I'm not brave any more darling. I'm all broken. They've broken me.
— Ernest Hemingway
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“You don’t remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.”
— John Green // An Abundance of Katherines
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“I hope you find someone you can’t live without.I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.”
— Kiera Cass, The Selection
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AUGUST 18
Must it ever be thus,–that the source of our happiness must also be the fountain of our misery? The full and ardent sentiment which animated my heart with the love of nature, overwhelming me with a torrent of delight, and which brought all paradise before me, has now become an insupportable torment–a demon which perpetually pursues and harasses me.
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“I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.”
—Susanna; Girl, Interrupted
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“You’re like one of those dogs, the unwanted ones that have been mistreated all their lives. You can kick them and kick them, but they’ll still come back to you, cringing and wagging their tails. Begging. Hoping that this time it’ll be different, that this time they’ll do something right and you’ll love them.”
— The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins
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Was he my home, then, my homecoming? You are my homecoming. When I’m with you and we’re well together, there is nothing more I want. You make me like who I am, who I become when you’re with me, Oliver. If there is any truth in the world, it lies when I’m with you, and if I find the courage to speak my truth to you one day, remind me to light a candle in thanksgiving at every altar in Rome.
“Call Me by Your Name”, André Aciman (page 49)
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God knows I often retire to my bed wishing (at times even hoping) that I might never wake up; and in the morning I open my eyes, see the sun once again, and am miserable.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (via anamorphosis-and-isolate)
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Sometimes I don’t understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully, grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (via quoted-books)
