I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDThe world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.
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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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They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
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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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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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Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.
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I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.
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Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.
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Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged–the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.
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We all have souls of different ages.
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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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I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
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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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The reason one writes isn’t the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
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