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“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
— Mary Oliver
“She doesn’t want to hear that she is flawless. She wants to hear that she is loved regardless of her flaws.”
— charmingwinds
“There’s a difference between loving the idea of someone and loving the person they really are.”
— Unknown
“Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are.”
— John Green, An Abundance of Katherines
“I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations.”
— Joquesse Eugenia
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from a letter featured in Letters of Fyodor Michailovitch Dostoevsky to his Family & Friends
“Someone who truly loves you, sees what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, and how hard you can be to handle, but still wants you.”
— Unknown
“Forgive yourself for accepting less than you deserved - but don’t do it again.”
— Unknown
“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”
— Oscar Wilde