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I wonder if you talked about me, as you went home, or thought of me when the moon rose.

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908

I'm not crying because of you; you're not worth it. I'm crying because my delusion of who you were was shattered by the truth of who you are.

— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

Just once i would like to be the poem and not the poet.

— J.R. Rogue

If we are the same person before and after we love, that means we haven’t loved enough.

— Elif Shafak, The Forty Rules of Love

I was a romantic and sentimental creature, with a tendency towards solitude.

— Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits

My darling,

You will never be unloved by me. You are too well tangled in my soul.

You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.

— Pablo Neruda

Who says the moon is heartless? It's followed me a thousand miles.

— Po Chü-i, Traveling Moon

That’s all I want, Just you and me, Always.

— Lauren Oliver

That’s what the world is, after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

Giving flower to him this wayy because it's hard to meet him in real life...

It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else’s life with perfection.

— Lord Krishna

“What if it's not everything I dreamed it would be?”

“It will be.”

— Tangled

— “You were my new dream”

— “and you were mine”

As June runs into warm July I think of little else but you.

— Wendy Cope, "From June to December: Summer Villanelle"

Only a boy who writes long paragraphs about how he loves me and how much I mean to him when i am asleep can fix me now.

(i can give my whole heart to him)

All my grief says the same thing- this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

— Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief

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