the most powerful drug

selection of poignant quotes everyone is welcome to reblog. submissions welcome. (sideblog. runs on queue. quotes not submitted are mostly from goodreads.com)

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“I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.”

Nicholas Sparks, The Best of Me

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I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.

Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka's The Castle

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I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly...

Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka's The Castle

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Love doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints; it takes and it takes and it takes, and we keep loving anyway.

Lin Manuel Miranda, Hamilton (Aaron Burr)

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I imagine death so much it feels like a memory.

Lin Manuel Miranda, Hamilton (Alexander Hamilton)

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I'm strong on the surface, not all the way through

Linkin Park, Leave Out All The Rest

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I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

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I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes.

Vladimir Nabokov

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It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.

Andre Gide, Autumn Leaves

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Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.

Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

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We are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.

Cassandra Clare, City of Heavenly Fire

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Love me. I am pitch black, sinful, blind, confused. But if not you, then who else is going to love me?

Мария Сергеевна Петровых (Maria Sergeyevna Petrovykh), Love Me. I Am Pitch Black

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But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.

Anne Brontë, The Narrow Way

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I died a lot to live a little with you

Yaghma Golroei

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I have brought you the rose of love, and you have crowned me, in these dark hours, with their thorns.

Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann, The Seven Deadly Sins

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Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

Guy de Maupassant

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But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind

Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale