Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDThe greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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That 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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Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.
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And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
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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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One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.
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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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Her philosophy is carpe diem for herself and laissez faire for others.
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And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
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She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.
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Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
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I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.
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I’m a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won’t.
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The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.
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Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.
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