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— Every Day, David Levithan
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“Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.”
— Every Day, David Levithan
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“Solitude is dangerous. It’s very addictive. It becomes a habit after you realize how peaceful and calm it is. It’s like you don’t want to deal with people anymore because they drain your energy.”
— Jim Carrey
Some people are best loved from afar.
“They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
“People see what they wish to see. And in most cases, what they are told that they see.”
— Erin Morgenstern
“Make yourself a priority. At the end of the day, you’re your longest commitment.”
— Unknown
“If the full moon loves you, why worry about the stars?”
— Tunisian Proverb
“Give people time. Give people space. Don’t beg anyone to stay. Let them roam. What’s meant for you will always be yours.”
— Reyna Biddy
“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar