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Perhaps you know someone whose heart clutches onto the bittersweet memory of the one who got away. Someone who secretly bears the weight of this imperceptible burden wherever he or she goes, every day of his or her life. Someone who’d gladly travel back in a time machine to a day when paths diverged, to mend together that which has been torn apart, setting destiny back on its rightful track — if only he or she could. Perhaps you know this someone better than you think. And should this someone happen to be you, may you find strength and support in the millions of others who shoulder this burden with you, and may you be reintroduced one day to true love… in this lifetime and whatever comes after. ↗

— Sebastian Cole

#sand-dollar #sebastian-cole #the-one-that-got-away #the-one-who-got-away #life

I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#life #love #sadness #life

Има две неща, които смъртният човек не бива да узнава: колко дни ще живее и колко пъти ще обича. Защото, ако знае, че са много, ще прахосва и двете като неочакван сън по клепките. И нито ще им се наслади, нито ще си вземе поуките от тях. Ако пък човекът знае, че дните или любовите му са малко, душата му се обръща на киселец: хем люти, хем киселее и всеки я стъпква в тревата, без да знае колко вкусна е всъщност чорбата от нея. А и - добави най-накрая луната - и светът , както лятото, се преобръща изневиделица. Ако предсказаното в неродената земя се обърка? Виж, ако дните на човека са повече, той ще умре само защото е повярвал, че са толкова, колкото е предсказано. Защото вече си е казал, че трябва да го стори. От този път връщане няма - и да оцелее душата, тялото умира. Ако пък любовите са повече от предсказаното - човекът не вижда онези, които му идват отгоре. И да спрат на пътя му като бездомно кутре, не им вярва, защото вярва повече на предсказанията, отколкото на очите и сърцето си. А когато човек подритне с крак жива любов, тогава и тялото, и душата му умират. ↗

— Radostina A. Angelova

#love #time #life

The persons on whom I have bestowed my dearest love lie deep in their graves; but, although the happiness and delight of my life lie buried there too, I have not made a coffin of my heart, and sealed it up for ever on my best affections. Deep affliction has only made them stronger; it ought, I think, for it should refine our nature. ↗

— Charles Dickens

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...If you can look at somebody and say, 'I never loved you, you were a mistake,' that's one thing. But if you look at him and say, 'You were everything and I poisoned it because I wouldn't stand up for myself,' that's hard. That's too hard... ↗

— Jennifer Crusie

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There is no greater evil than killing. I don't care whether they call it war or justice. Life is precious. ↗

— Brian Jacques

#killing #life #life

I have to go, Jenna", he whispered, sounding shaky, like he questioned the decision himself. He released the hold and squatted to retrieve his bag, leaving me to sway in the air, ready to collapse any second, as he walked away forever. And it ate me up inside. Forever. "Evan?" "Yeah?" he answered, turning back as his hand gripped the door. "I do love you. And i never gave you anything less than everything i had to give" A solitary tear managed to break through my defenses. "And i'll always regret that it wasn't enough" "Me, too" And just as he slid out into the hallway, marking the beginning of forever, he quietly added "Because i would've spent my life with you ↗

— Devon Ashley

#heart-wrenching #jenna #life

Why can't people love one another and still remain free?" Althea demanded suddenly. Amber paused to rub her eyes, then tug thoughtfully at her earring. "One can love that way," she conceded regretfully. "But the price on that kind of love may be the highest of all." She strung her words together as carefully as she strung her beads. "To love another person like that, you have to admit that his life is as important as yours. Harder still, you have to admit to yourself that perhaps he has needs you cannot fill, and that you have tasks that will take you far away from him. It costs loneliness and longing and doubt and... ↗

— Robin Hobb

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Read. Read all the time. Read as a matter of principle, as a matter of self-respect. Read as a nourishing staple of life.” (Wellesly High School commencement speech, “You Are Not Special”, 6-12) ↗

— Teacher David McCullough

#commencement #graduation #read #reading #you-are-not-special

Those who won't accept evil never get anything good. ↗

— August Strindberg

#life-lessons #life