There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe all need more solitude sundays.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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