• “You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.” – Sylvia Plath
  • “He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” – Emily Brontë
  • “What are the unreal things, but the passions that once burned one like fire? What are the incredible things, but the things that one has faithfully believed? What are the improbable things? The things that one has done oneself. No, Ernest; life cheats us with shadows, like a puppet- master. We ask it for pleasure. It gives it to us, with bitterness and disappointment in its train. We come across some noble grief that we think will lend the purple dignity of tragedy to our days, but it passes away from us, and things less noble take its place, and on some grey windy dawn, or odorous eve of silence and of silver, we find ourselves looking with callous wonder, or dull heart of stone, at the tress of gold-flecked hair that we had once so wildly worshipped and so madly kissed.” – Oscar Wilde
  • “I think one is always in love with something or another; the error – and I confess it is not easy for spirits cased in flesh and blood to avoid it – consists in seeking in a mortal image the likeness of what is, perhaps, eternal.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • “Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.” – Sylvia Plath
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