- a burnt child loves the fire. (oscar wilde)
- as the image of myself becomes sharper in my brain & more precious, i feel less afraid that someone will erase me by denying me love. (jenny slate)
- be weird. be random. be who you are. because you never know who would love the person you hide. (c s lewis)
- courage, dear heart! (c s lewis)
- dead people receive more flowers than the living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude. (anne frank)
- eventually someone you love is going to be taken away. and then you will fall to the floor crying. and then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you're falling to the floor crying thinking "i am falling to the floor crying," but there's an element of the ridiculous to it- you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you're on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and realize you didn't paint it very well. (richard silken)
- how fleeting are human passions compared with the massive continuity of ducks
- how odd it is to be haunted by someone that is still alive.
- i believe in christianity as i believe that the sun has risen: not only because i see it, but because by it i see everything else (c s lewis)
- i like good strong words that mean something. (louisa may alcott)
- i miss you a lot more than i realized. things keep happening and i always find myself wishing i could tell you about them.
- i think i wait for people to hurt me and when they do, i feel a certain smugness at being right. and after that, i just feel pain. (sue zhao)
- i think it's very healthy to spend time alone. you need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person. (oscar wilde)
- i think you ultimately become whoever would have saved you that time no one did.
- i wanted to hurt you, but the victory was that i couldn't stomach it. (richard siken)
- i was quiet, but i was not blind. (jane austen)
- i will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have her. (from little women)
- i wish i wrote the way i thought; obsessively, incessantly, with maddening hunger. i'd write to the point of suffocation. i'd write myself into nervous breakdowns, manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing. and i'd write about you a lot more than i should. (benedict smith)
- i wish you a kinder sea. (emily dickinson)
- i'm not used to being loved. i wouldn't know what to do. (f scott fitzgerald)
- in real life, i assure you, there is no such thing as algebra. (fran lebowitz)
- it hurt because it mattered. (john green)
- it is a risk to love. what if it doesn't work out? ah, but what if it does. (peter mcwilliams)
- it was a privilege to love you, and a privilege to let you go. both helped shape me into the person i have become. (beau taplin)
- it was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight. (vladimir nabokov)
- most people need love and acceptance a lot more than they need advice. (bob goff)
- no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. (eleanor roosevelt)
- nothing could be more lonely and nothing more beautiful than the view at nightfall across the prairies to these huge hill masses, when the lengthening shadows had at last merged into one and the faint after-glow of the red sunset filled the west. (theodore roosevelt)
- outside music everything i do is badly done and stupid (ludwig van beethoven)
- people need art in their houses. they don't need bed bath and beyond dentist-office art. they need weird stuff. (ezra croft)
- she didn't sob or wail. her grief was horribly discreet but as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound (patrick gale)
- sometimes the people we love the most are the ones we're best without.
- sometimes the person you'd take a bullet for is the one holding the gun.
- sometimes your knight in shining armor is just a loser in tinfoil (grace)
- that's what love does - it pursues blindly, unflinchingly, and without end. when you go after something you love, you'll do anything it takes to get it, even if it costs everything. (bob goff)
- the fact that a grown man can make nine million dollars for showing other grown men how, when, & where to throw a ball makes me want to throw up
- the sad truth is that the truth is sad. (lemony snicket)
- to love at all is to be vulnerable. (c s lewis)
- to thine own self be true. (william shakespeare)
- trust the overthinker who tells you they love you. they have, most assuredly, thought of every reason not to. (l k pilgrim)
- what are you still doing here? shrimp usually migrate this time of year.
- yes yes yes i do like you. i am afraid to write the stronger word. (virginia woolf)
- your handwriting. the way you walk. which china pattern you choose. it's all giving you away. everything you do shows your hand. everything is a self-portrait. everything is a diary. (chuck palahniuk)
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