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He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

Will the night soon pass? Will it ever pass? How much longer can I endure it? What will help me to endure it, if endured it must be?

Vera Brittain, Testament of Youth

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Theirs was that substantial affection which arises (if any arises at all) when the two who are thrown together begin first by knowing the rougher sides of each other’s character, and not the best till further on, the romance growing up in the interstices of a mass of hard prosaic reality.

Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd

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The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.

Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

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She wore the scents of early spring on her delicate neck and every kiss I stole tasted of bright yellow flowers and buzzing bees.

Michael Faudet, Dirty Pretty Things

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Why aren’t I conceited enough to enjoy what I can do and not feel fear?

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath

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And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

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Laugh as much as you choose, but you will not laugh me out of my opinion.

Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

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He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

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Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt—marvelous error!— that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures

Antonio Machado, Soledades, galerías y otros poemas

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The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.

Mark Twain

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Despair consists in not knowing one’s reason for fighting and even whether or not one must fight.

Albert Camus, Notebooks (1942-1951)

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Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

Charles Bukowski, Women

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Never put your faith in a prince. When you require a miracle, trust in a witch.