That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.
NEIL GAIMANLove takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.
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I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.
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It’s not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it’s yours, and then be willing to let it go.
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I don’t want whatever I want. Nobody does. Not really. What kind of fun would it be if I just got everything I ever wanted just like that, and it didn’t mean anything? What then?
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Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.
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A book is a dream that you hold in your hands.
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Even nothing can last forever.
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And did I pass?” The face of the old woman on my right was unreadable in the gathering dusk. On my left, the younger woman said, “You don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear.
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Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, Leave no path untaken.
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There are a hundred things she has tried to chase away the things she won’t remember and that she can’t even let herself think about because that’s when the birds scream and the worms crawl and somewhere in her mind it’s always raining a slow and endless drizzle.
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
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Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.
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Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.
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Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.
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Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.
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There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.
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