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“I was the one who asked him to leave. So that I could think. So that I wouldn’t always just…feel.”
— Joyce Carol Oates, from “Because It Is Bitter, And Because It Is My Heart,”
“When a devil falls in love, it’s the most hauntingly beautiful thing ever. And you should be terrified, for he will go to the depths of hell for her.”
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I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via help-n-quotes)
who the fuck did this. who made this magic. how did someone make this rock look soft.
Giambologna (Flemish, 1529 – 1608)
I wrote you a book but you only read the first page and thought you had me figured out. I undressed my soul for you and you laughed at it, like it was some kind of funny joke. And I’m still praying that you kept your heart to yourself, that you are still willing to give it to me. Love makes you happy until it makes you a fool.
giulswrites (via giulswrites)
Everything touches me—I see too much, I hear too much, everything demands too much of me.
Clarice Lispector Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector (via satans-ghost)
Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.
Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (via introspectivepoet)
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (J. P. Lippincott, 1937)
You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in. You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.
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