What happens when people open their hearts? They get better.
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What happens when people open their hearts? They get better.
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As we go through life, we gradually discover who we are, but the more we discover, the more we lose ourselves.
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Don’t feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.
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As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.
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Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.
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I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
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I had no ambition to be a writer because the books I read were too good, my standards were too high.
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Rain has the power to hypnotize.
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If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.
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Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that’s how we’ve got to live.
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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.
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People die all the time. Life is a lot more fragile than we think. So you should treat others in a way that leaves no regrets. Fairly, and if possible, sincerely.
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Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back.
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When I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real.
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Remove everything pointless from an imperfect life and it’d lose even its imperfection.
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I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
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