Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDLife is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.
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You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.
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Intelligence is measured by a person’s ability to see validity within both sides of contradicting arguments.
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I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.
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You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
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You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.
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The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.
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Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.
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She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.
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I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway
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Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.
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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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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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Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.
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Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.
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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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