The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
LANG LEAVHere’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
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I did not know that it was love until I knew.
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Anything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.
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You’re young and there’s still so much ahead. So much uncertainty and doubt. It keeps you up at night-this wild, restless feeling. But you don’t know how free you are. For this short, miraculous time, you have no one to answer to, nothing to lose. You belong wholly to yourself.
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Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
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Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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I learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
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Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
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In a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
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Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.
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You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.
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You must emerge from adversity, scathed but victorious to tell your story and, in turn, light the way for others.
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There are things I miss that I shouldn’t, and things I don’t that I should. Sometimes we want what we couldn’t, sometimes we love what we could.
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A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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