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"I hate caring about stuff. But apparently once you start, you can't just stop."
— Martha Wells, Rogue Protocol
You did something for me I couldn’t do for myself. You loved me for who I am.
William Chapman
There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.
Juansen Dizon
“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”
— Henry David Thoreau, Journals
“I like flaws and feel more comfortable around people who have them. I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.”
— Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking
“In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It’s important to combine the two in just the right amount.”
— Haruki Murakami
“You own everything that has happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.”
— Anne Lamont
“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via bookmania)
“She’s sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.”
— Junot DĂaz, This Is How You Lose Her
“If you ever find yourself in the wrong story, leave.”
— Mo Willems
what hasn't killed me has given me anxious attachment issues
I waited patiently — years — for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we'd say, Yeah, he's a Cool Guy. But it never happened. Instead, women across the nation colluded in our degradation! Pretty soon Cool Girl became the standard girl. Men believed she existed - she wasn't just a dreamgirl one in a million. Every girl was supposed to be this girl, and if you weren't, then there was something wrong with you.
— Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl (Part 2: Boy Meets Girl, Amy Elliott Dunne: The Day Of)
Your absence has left me in peace. That’s the kindest thing you’ve done to me.
“I love the handful of the earth you are. Because of its meadows, vast as a planet, I have no other star. You are my replica of the multiplying universe. Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations; your skin throbs like the streak of a meteor through rain. Your hips were that much of the moon for me; your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun; your heart, fiery with its long red rays, was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade. So I pass across your burning form, kissing you—compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.”
— Pablo Neruda, “XVI,” transl. Stephen Tapscott, from One Hundred Love Sonnets, The Poetry of Pablo Neruda, ed. Ilan Stavans (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2003)
“Oh girl among the roses, (…) I can love you only with kisses and poppies, with garlands wet with rain,”
— Pablo Neruda, from Ode With A Lament in “Selected Translations By W.S. Merwin: 1948-2011”
“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
— Pablo Neruda
“Someday, somewhere — anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.”
— Pablo Neruda