There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDFor 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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Intelligence is measured by a person’s ability to see validity within both sides of contradicting arguments.
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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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For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be.
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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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I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.
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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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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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I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
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Someday I’m going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.
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It’s not a slam at you when people are rude, it’s a slam at the people they’ve met before.
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Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.
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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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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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Never confuse activity with action.
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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