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“The past is a place of reference, not a place of residence.”
— Roy T. Bennett
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“And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.”
— Jodi Lynn Anderson
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“I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people—to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it’s the effect or vice versa.”
— Lauren Oliver
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“I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.”
— Sarah Dessen
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“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
— Jane Austen
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“Love is a tyrant sparing none.”
— Pierre Corneille
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“Jack shook his head. “Books. What is it with women and books? My sisters were the same. They were always buying books for boys they fancied.” Ellie bent down and picked up the stone and put it on the table. “It's like sending a love letter without having to write it yourself,” she said softly.”
— Hazel Osmond
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“This is the precept by which I have lived: prepare for the worst; expect the best; and take what comes.”
— Hannah Arendt
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“Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
— Anton Chekhov
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"Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living."
— Jonathan Safran Foer
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“Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.”
— Jeanne Moreau
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“When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are to become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No …don’t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn’t sound very exciting, does it? But it is!”
— Louis de Bernieres
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“Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air.”
— Priya Ardis
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“She smiled, and there it was again, that aching pressure in his chest. Love, or a heart attack. Kind of the same thing.”
— Kristan Higgins
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“Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle—it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act if self-preservation. It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?”
— Allyson Braithwaite Condie
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“Looking back, I have this regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.”
— Ray Stannard
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“If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.”
— Jodi Picoult
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