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It took me a long time to realize this: We get to choose what defines us.
Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon (via thequotejournals)
I love you, with a touch of tragedy and quite madly.
Simone de Beauvoir (via thequotejournals)
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse.
Alice Hoffman, The Red Garden (via thequotejournals)
Seeing you heals me.
Rumi (via thequotejournals)
I knew that I was dying. something in me said, go ahead, die, sleep, become as them, accept. then something else in me said, no, save the tiniest bit. it needn’t be much, just a spark. a spark can set a whole forest on fire. just a spark. save it.
Charles Bukowski (via thequotejournals)
I do love you - I can’t change that.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via theliteraryjournals)
In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via theliteraryjournals)
I loved to sleep with the window open. Rainy nights were the best of all: I would open the window and put my head on the pillow and close my eyes and feel the wind on my face and listen to the trees sway and creak.
Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via theliteraryjournals)