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@highonwords
Another year has come through the door and my heart hugs your name a little harder , soaking in every bit of warmth it radiates. I remember the fight we had couple of days ago and the ones before that and I remember typing down a line " even in silence , nothing echoes louder than your name , moving through the hallway burried under my ribcage". And the truth is your presence has been engraved too deep into my system- which makes me confused sometimes about where do I end and where do you begin. It's not about losing my personality , it's just bending myself at the right places and blunting the rough edges around the right corner to fit into the puzzle , right beside you. But fitting also means helping you cut out the unnecessary parts from your piece and teach you how to bend just 73° to meet my rounded angle at 107°.And somewhere between all these learning and unlearnings , 2023 has silently turned into 2026 and the boundary between me and you blended a little bit more than before. As the new year smiles upon us , waiting for us to take a step into the mist of unknown and all its unexpected turns , I want you to know that - if the nights ever become too cold or the days feel unbearably silent , just remember there is someone who has already made a deal with God to keep you safe , to keep you happy and who is willing to make hundred deals more without hesitation - if it means those brown eyes will never lose their sparkle.
I look at him and there are stars burning inside the fissures of his sunlit brown iris.
Sometimes I want to bottle up his voice
and drink it to numb the chilling pain-
when the demons in my wretched head start chewing on my flesh.
You said you would kill those monsters who haunts my memory , what if they are fragments of my soul? Will you kill me then or will you give them shelter under the warm shade of your affection? What if I am made of countless broken promises and a vengeful heart? What if there is blood in my tears , blood that yearns for revenge? Will you wield the sword for me while I hide behind the shield of thorns?
"I don't like to doze by the fire. I like adventures, and I am going to find some."
-Jo March
My love for you remains as infinite as the stars.
- Mark Anthony
"And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality,I'd find you and I'd choose you."
- THE CHAOS OF STARS , KIERSTEN WHITE
'I shall write it in my diary to-night.'
'What?'
'That a burnt child loves the fire.'
- The Picture Of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
I will not be "famous," "great." I will go on adventuring, changing, opening my mind and my eyes, refusing to be stamped and stereotyped. The thing is to free one's self: to let it find its dimensions, not be impeded.
- Virginia Woolf, A Writer's Diary
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
- Virginia Woolf,The Waves
"Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again."
- Homer, The Iliad
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
- Franz Kafka
What does the brain matter compared with the heart?
- Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway
When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.
[As attributed by Alastair Reid in Neruda and Borges, The New Yorker, June 24, 1996; as well as in The Talk of the Town, The New Yorker, July 7, 1986]
- Jorge Luis Borges
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my hands to this day.
- Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, #1)
That's the power of literature, you know, it can act like little love letters between two people who can only explain their feelings by pointing at other people's.
- Fredrik Backman, Anxious People