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Everyone knows how to talk, and no one knows what to say.
- Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down (via quotes-shape-us)

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It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.
-  Jean Paul Sartre, The Flies (via visualcomplex)

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The soulless have no need of melancholy.
- Vladimir Odoevsky (via ennuih)

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All I ever wanted was to know what to do.
-  Eggers, Dave. You Shall Know Our Velocity! (via wordsnquotes)

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Oh, my creator. Why did you not make me of steel and stone? Why did you allow me to feel?
- Caliban, Penny Dreadful (via elucipher)

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I don’t owe people anything, and I don’t have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.
- Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story (via sixthstop)

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Maybe there is something you’re afraid to say, or someone you’re afraid to love, or somewhere you’re afraid to go. It’s gonna hurt. It’s gonna hurt because it matters.
- John Green and David Levithan, Will Grayson, Will Grayson (via seabois)

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Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
- Marcel Proust (via rulesofearth)

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I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.
- David Levithan, Every Day (via seabois)

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Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.
- Haruki Murakami (via koreyan)

The universe is wider than our views of it.
- Henry David Thoreau, d. 1862 (via whats-out-there)

We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.
- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (via seabois)

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If you can just stop loving her then you never really loved her at all. Love doesn’t work that way. If you ever truly love someone, then it never goes away. It can become something else. There are all different sorts of love. It can even become hate—a thin line and all that—and, really, hate is just another kind of caring.
- Blakney Francis, Someone I Used to Know  (via harukimuracallme)

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I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
-  Sylvia Plath  (via childoflust)

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Why do we let the one thing we don’t have affect all the things we do have?
- Sex and the City (via bareffaced)

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