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thebooksoflife · 7 months
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He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.
Circe, Madeline Miller
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ireadwhatuwrite · 2 years
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Secret Service by Tal Bauer is so good it made me think I might not like the romance genre anymore.
"Today, I love you" #DailyBookQuote Secret Service: A M|M Romance by Tal Bauer @talbauerwrites #IRWYW #DBQ #Review #mmromance #gayromance #talbauer #lgbtbooks #romancebooks #indieauthor #romance #books
“What matters is now and what we do with today. Tomorrow is a dream. The past is forgotten. Today, I love you.”Secret Service Book Title: Secret Service: A M|M RomanceAuthor: Tal BauerPurchase Link: https://amzn.to/3IbydqXAvailable in Kindle UnlimitedSee All My Favorite Quotes from This Book But wait … Secret Service by Tal Bauer is a romance book. How does that work? …Just tell me a…
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bookishbipin · 5 years
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If you feel deep love, you are willing to overlook many things. If you feel a disconnect, then the flaws begin to irk you. It is also important for both people in the relationship to feel the same way about core things that define them. --- @preeti.shenoy #hastag #booksquotes #bookstagram #bookhighlights #bookishbipin #booktube #dailybookquotes #itsallintheplanets (at India) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bv6quyiH4cM/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=a24ggaipeq37
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lovequotesworld · 3 years
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+28 abdul kalam quotes : #DailyBookQuote 08Apr14 : Target 3 Billion by Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam https://ift.tt/317sPR8
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Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.
Lauren Oliver (Delirium)
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paradiseoftheworms · 9 years
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Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.
Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games
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thebooksoflife · 9 months
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I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.
What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, Raymond Carver
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thebooksoflife · 1 year
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I'm tired and angry at me. For letting myself get smaller and smaller in the hopes that he would notice me more. But how can someone notice you if you keep getting smaller?
Girl in Pieces, Kathleen Glasgow
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thebooksoflife · 5 months
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Even when I look away I am still looking.
Portrait of Fryderyk in Shifting Light, Richard Siken
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thebooksoflife · 1 month
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The reality is, what you imagined will never happen, and what you remembered is already done.
If only I had told her, Laura Nowlin
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thebooksoflife · 7 months
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I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the Earth. Such a constellation was he to me.
Circe, Madeline Miller
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thebooksoflife · 6 months
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It was a long time ago. It doesn't matter anymore.
And yet I cannot let it go. I cannot let it go.
Sylvia Plath from a letter to Ruth Tiffanny Beuscher
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thebooksoflife · 3 months
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You and I, always almost. Again and again. I wonder if you recall the way I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. My head on your bare chest, bodies close. I watched you sleep, melting into you. It was an almost moment, the almost moment that started it all. We were always on the verge of almost. Never nothing, never something, but never again.
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thebooksoflife · 10 months
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I don't want to have to be the one who mourns everything when everyone else has clearly forgotten. It's mortifying. It's mortifying to be the one who remembers.
Ryan O'Connell
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thebooksoflife · 1 year
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I don’t understand anything and it’s like my sadness has drained my brain and now I can’t learn.
How It Feels To Float, Helena Fox
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thebooksoflife · 4 months
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What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me.
Tonight I Can Write, Pablo Neruda
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