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“Wait for someone who love you differently. One who can see the fire in your soul, and the child in your laugh, and the ocean in your heart.”
— JmStorm
Mahmoud Darwish, from Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems; “The Hoopoe,”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.”
— Iain Thomas, The City Rises and Falls
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
I will forgive the universe if it gives me gift of knowing how to forget the cadence of your heartbeat. I will learn to love life again if I forget how to yearn for your voice's melody. Until then, I forgive nothing for the loss of you. And since forgetting you is an impossibility, I will carry it like a bitter thorn in my aching heart forever.
Nikita Gill
“Better to be at the bottom of a ladder you want to climb than in the middle of some ladder you don’t, right?”
— Dave Eggers
They said: "time heals" but dostoevsky said, "one never forgets the taste of certain tears."
Flowers do not bloom overnight, so neither will the version of you you’re trying to build will. The things you survived took their time rewiring your brain. So give healing its time to do the same, because this time it’s your choice. It’s your choice to heal.
Albert Camus, “A Happy Death”