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“I’m not frightened. I’m not frightened of anything. The more I suffer, the more I love. Danger will only increase my love. It will sharpen it, it will give it spice. I will be the only angel you need. You will leave life even more beautiful than you entered it. Heaven will take you back and look at you and say: Only one thing can make a soul complete, and that thing is love.”

~ Michael - The Reader - 2008 ~

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A hero can be anyone. Even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a young boy’s shoulders to let him know that the world hadn’t ended.

Batman, The Dark Knight Rises (2012)

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Well, what I miss the most about him is the way he used to lie down next to me at night, sometimes his arm would stretch along my chest and I couldn’t move, I even held my breath. But I felt safe, complete. And I miss the way he was whistling walking down the street and every time I do something I think of what he would say: “Well it’s cold today, wear a scarf”. But lately I’ve been forgetting little things, he’s sort of fading. I’m starting to forget him and it’s like losing him again. So sometimes I make myself remember every detail of his face; the exact color of his eyes, his lips, his teeth, the texture of his skin, his hair.. but it was all gone by the time he went. And sometimes -not always- but sometimes I can actually see him - It’s as if a cloud moves away and there he is, like I could almost touch him. But then the real world rushes in and he vanishes again. Well, I did this every morning when the sun was not too bright outside - the sun somehow makes him vanish, as he appears and he disappears like a sunrise or a sunset or anything so ephemeral, just like our life. We appear and we disappear and we are so important to some, but we are just passing through.

Before Midnight (via wordsthat-speak)