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I told the moon about you, And she cried.

— Echoes of the Infinite

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"You wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it. I could be softer, kinder, the kind of love that feels like poetry in motion. Or I could be colder, sharper, a storm wrapped in human skin. All it would take is a look, a word, the slightest shift in your heart—and I would shape myself into whatever you needed, even if it meant losing myself in the process."

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“You wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it.”

Franz Kafka, from Letters to Felice

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And God said, "Love your enemy," so I listened carefully, searching for the one who had hurt me most. I looked in the mirror and saw the face I had blamed, the heart I had wounded with self-doubt, the soul I had treated like a battleground. And in that moment, I obeyed Him—I chose to love myself.

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And God said "love your enemy', and I obeyed him and loved myself.

- Khalil Gibran

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I walked into the world, bare-faced and unguarded, only to realize everyone else had come masked—disguised in laughter, confidence, and carefully curated personas. It was a grand costume party, and I was the only one who didn’t get the memo. Shame crept in like an uninvited guest, whispering that honesty was a mistake, that vulnerability was a costume no one admired. But as I stood there, exposed and out of place, I wondered—was I the fool, or was I simply the only one brave enough to show up as myself?

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I was ashamed of myself when I realised life was a costume party and I attended with my real face.

- Franz Kafka

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We often mistake the warmth of a fleeting moment for the depth of true connection. Sometimes, it's not the person we love but the way they made us feel in a certain time and place—the laughter under dim lights, the comfort in shared silence, or the thrill of a late-night conversation. But moments fade, and when they do, we’re left wondering why the love we thought we had suddenly feels hollow. The truth is, we were never in love with them—we were in love with how they fit into a memory we weren’t ready to let go of.

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Sometimes you are in love with moments and not people, there's a difference but sadly we fail to understand it.

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This quote highlights the value of truth, even when it brings discomfort. Living in ignorance may feel pleasant, but it is a fragile illusion that can shatter at any moment. True awareness, even if painful, allows for growth, resilience, and genuine understanding of reality. A fool’s paradise is nothing more than a temporary escape, while facing harsh truths empowers us to navigate life with wisdom and strength.

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"It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a FOOL's Paradise."

- Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Love has never been about sweetness alone—it’s the quiet agreement to taste each other’s poison and call it devotion. The poets never wrote about love as something safe; they bled ink over the wounds it left, the sacrifices it demanded, and the beautiful destruction it became. If love isn't the act of sipping each other’s poison with a knowing smile, then what were they writing about all along?

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"You sip my poison and I sip yours." If that isn't love, then what did the poets talk about?

- Unknown

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Don’t expect me to always be gentle. Even the kindest souls have their rough days."

"I have days where I am distant, unexplainable, and lost in my own world. It’s not personal—it’s just me being human."

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"Please don't expect me to always be good, kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and though less and hard to understand."

-Salvia Palth

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Society often forgives the criminal; It never forgives the dreamer.

- Oscar Wilde

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There was a time when your presence was a warmth I craved, a shadow that lingered even in the light. Now, I let the memory of you drift through my mind like a passing breeze—felt, but never held. I may think of you softly, but I will never let my hands betray me again.

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