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“I am too full of life to be half loved.”

— Unknown

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Nietzsche |  Here

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I feel more and more every day, as my imagination strengthens, that I do not live in this world alone but in a thousand worlds.

John Keats (via wordsnquotes)

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The marks humans leave are too often scars.

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he turns her body to him and glimpses her grieving face. he puts his arms around her and stands still, holding her close without moving. he can feel her, rigid and fearful. he says nothing, embracing her quietly. it’s a mistake, that’s all. what he wants is for her not to be miserable. what he wants is to expand around her, to become the ocean in which she is suspended. he holds her until he feels her quiet, until he understands that she is safe, and that all he wants from her is this close soul body holding, this click understanding

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It may have been in pieces, but I gave you the best of me.

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http://iglovequotes.net/

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To know what a person has done, and to know who a person is, are very different things.

Hannah Kent, Burial Rites (via books-n-quotes)

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