Academia

I don't know how to be silent when my heart is speaking

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"And what does you heart say?

My heart is mute, my heart is mute"

Charlotte Brontë

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I was born with a knife in one hand and a wound in the other.

~Gregory Orr

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I've come to a point where I have more coffee in my blood than hours of sleep

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And then ....

One fairy night .....

May became June

- Scott Fitzgerald

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"It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside."

-Maud Hart Lovelace

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Wanted to buy you Violets this morning, But friends were hungry, so I bought them Bread, And wrote you a Love Poem.

Mahoud Darwish

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"I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly"

Anne Sexton

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" I killed a plant once because I gave it too much water. Lord, I worry that love is violence."

Jose Olivarez

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"It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything se very deeply."

-d.j

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"I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is ending up with people who make you feel all alone."

- Robin Williams

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"I watch him in the kitchen, and I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable."

Augusten Burroughs

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"there's nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. nothing in the world like a sore throat for the right reasons."

~~ The Perks of being a wallflower

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"and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want, what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?"

- Charles Bukowski

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"He who delights in soltidute is either a wild beast or a god."

Friedrich Nietzsche

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My mom honks her car horn every time she drives past the cemetery her friend is buried in. This is what I think love is: everlasting. Deathless....

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When I was little I didn't know I'd grow up. Or I knew but didn't feel it.

Time at that age doesn't exist. Each day it's the same kitchen table With the same backyard outside, And sadness,when felt, Is sadness, but you aren't sad.

~ Fernando Pessoa