Someday I’m going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDThat is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
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When I’m with you, I don’t breathe quite right.
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You are the loveliest thing that I have ever known.
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I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
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And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.
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Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.
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Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.
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It is not merely enough to have the ability to be persistant, you must also have the ability to start over.
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At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
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The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
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To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.
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Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.
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Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
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It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.
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Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.
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I want to tell you about your heart— you’ve probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.
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