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Certain voices hold this odd pull on our heartstrings. They are like sad oboes or something, something that makes you want to throw all your money at the radio while yelling, "I love you." I don't know what it is. ↗

— Jonathan Goldstein

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I Want to Shout Leave me alone! What's wrong with you? Don't you remember who I am? Who you are? This is not a father's love! I want to scream, Can't you see what you are doing to me? What you've done to me? What you've made of me? I want to cry out, I am your little girl. I am not your girlfriend. I am not your whore. I am not my fucking mother! But he is on top of me and my shout is silenced. He is inside of me and my scream stays there too. He is finished. And I don't cry out, but I do cry a bucket of silent tears. He slithers away and at last, I quietly sob ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

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I thought about how the past can become so small. An entire day, 24 separate, heavy hours, becomes the size of a tiny brown leaf falling from a tree. Before you know it, a whole year is just a pile of dead leaves on the ground. The year or so I’d spent in love with Chad was starting to feel so long ago, swept away by the wind. I knew that this year would soon feel far away too. ↗

— Kimberly Novosel

#healing #in-love #leaves #love #pain

Don't be afraid to be authentic, show up in the world as you truly are. Be as you mean to be, but be light with it. Love it, give it, share it, laugh at it, walk everywhere with it. Be in the world but not OF it. ↗

— Jay Woodman

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Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes. ↗

— Katherine Mansfield

#happiness #happy-people #holding-hands #love #short-story

Don't look so perplexed, my love..We all have secrets. Everyone. No one knows even half the truth about anybody else, not even when we're very close. ↗

— Eva Delectorskaya

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Is it love, or is it attachment? Do you want to love her, or do you want to control her? ↗

— T. Scott McLeod

#acceptance-of-others #love #romance #true-love #love

Affection would not be affection if it was loudly and frequently expressed; to produce it in public is like getting your household furniture out for a move. It did very well in its place, but it looks shabby or tawdry or grotesque in the sunshine. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

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How can it be wrong? Love picks the right path, not the one of least resistance. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #crushed-seraphim #debra-anastasia #jack #love

In the oasis complex, the thirsty man images he sees water, palm trees, and shade not because he has evidence for the belief, but because he has a need for it. Desperate needs bring about a hallucination of their solution: thirst hallucinates water, the need for love hallucinates a prince or princess. The oasis complex is never a complete delusion: the man in the desert does see something on the horizon. It is just that the palms have withered, the well is dry, and the place is infected with locusts. ↗

— Alain de Botton

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