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Even when what you’re holding onto is full of thorns, it’s hard to let go. Maybe especially then. Stephen King

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If he truly loves you, he will love you when you are an ocean breeze, but also when you are a summer storm. You were not made to be loved in parts, you were meant to be loved as a whole.

Nikita Gill

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I think it's important to realize you can miss something but not want it back.

Paulo Coelho

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How beautiful to find a heart that loves you without asking you for anything but to be okay.

Khalil Gibran

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What if you didn’t run? This one time. What if you stayed, and let love overtake you?

Josh Bennett

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Every mouth you’ve ever kissed was just practice. All the bodies you’ve ever undressed and ploughed in to were preparing you for me. I don’t mind tasting them in the memory of your mouth. Was it a long journey? Did it take you long to find me? You’re here now, welcome home.

Warsan Shire

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I used to think that any man of mine had to live up to a list of my expectations. I was wrong. Love has no list.

Rachel Gibson

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She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map.

She is the place that I am. She is a stranger.

She is the strange that I am beginning to love.

Jeanette Winterson

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I feel her impenetrability — I can’t grasp her. She eludes me, evades me, yet I can’t stop wanting from her. Her judgments of me are like a thorn, an arrow, a barbed hook. I writhe. I want to get away and I want her to draw me in, both at the same time.

Susan Sontag

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I have new passions, new thoughts, new ideas. I am different, but you must not like me less. I am changed, but you must always be my friend. Don’t leave me and don’t quarrel with me. I am what I am. There is nothing more to be said.

Oscar Wilde