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Benjamin Alire Sáenz (Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe)
Sometimes, all you have to do is tell people the truth. They won’t believe you. After that, they’ll leave you alone.
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“Everything seems different at night. Defined. Beyond the window, the world is full of shadows, all pressed together in harsh relief, somehow sharper than they ever were in daylight.
Sounds seem sharper,too, at night. A whistle. A crack. A child’s whisper.”

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ   ― Victoria Schwab, The Near Witch

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“The Wilds of Sleep”
In sleep we are mere earthlings, spawn of a spinning planet that will, someday, swallow us. Awake we are singular beings taking charge of our lives, but asleep we are hardly human. We breathe like soil, roll like waves, and settle like dust. To the bacteria that teem within us, we are no different from any other thing that gravity holds to the rind of the earth.
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‘Oh, I know I’ve been very selfish,’ sighed Anne. ‘I love Gilbert more than ever–and I want to live for his sake. But it seems as if part of me was buried over there in that little harbor graveyard– and it hurts so much that I’m afraid of life.’

‘It won’t hurt so much always, Anne.’

‘The thought that it may stop hurting sometimes hurts me worse than all else, Marilla.’

L. M. Montgomery (Anne’s House of Dreams, Dawn and Dusk)

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 Towards dawn he awoke. O what sweet music! His soul was all dewy wet. Over his limbs in sleep pale cool waves of light had passed. He lay still, as if his soul lay amid cool waters, conscious of faint sweet music. His mind was waking slowly to a tremulous morning knowledge, a morning inspiration. A spirit filled him, pure as the purest water, sweet as dew, moving as music. But how faintly it was inbreathed, how passionlessly, as if the seraphim themselves were breathing upon him! His soul was waking slowly, fearing to awake wholly. It was that windless hour of dawn when madness wakes and strange plants open to the light and the moth flies silently.

An enchantment of the heart! The night had been enchanted. In a dream or vision he had know the ecstasy of seraphic life. Was it an instant of enchantment only or long hours and year and ages?

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“I have this theory, the Asshole Theory of Love, that says we become the worst versions of ourselves when the heart feels more than the brain knows what to do with.”

“Why she left” by @kentonbartlett

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