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July 12, 2017 12:58am UTC
"Better to write just thoughts which have got wisdom a lot than a whole book that is not even worth referring for its quotes by a sensible reader and yet be regarded as a published author or celebrity." ~Anuj Somany
I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full. — Sylvia Plath, "The Bell jar"
She was beautiful, But not in the beautiful ways you might like to think so She did not have hair that dripped gold Her eyes were not the color of the cold sea Her smile was crooked and bent Her lips were chapped and thin She did not have a gentle laugh Nor did she speak humble thoughts But she was beautiful In the way wind dances in hair And in the way shy lovers hold hands She was beautiful in the way of Morning air And black coffee And the love poems That live in each broken heart Spilling red oil, into blue lungs Suffocating happiness right out of its shell And she was beautiful Because she refused to taste sadness Even when that was the only thing she had left to eat.
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And in that moment he reminded me of a bird that had fallen from its nest. I started to reach for him, to comfort him, But then I remembered Grandpa Morgan's warnings that there are some wild things you are NOT supposed to touch... —Ally Carter //Deleted Scenes
Just for future reference, don't use words like "love" anymore. It's a very sensitive word and it wears out quickly. Romeo barely says it, but John Hinckley filled up a whole journal with it. To put it into your terms, it's a currency that's easily devalued. Pretty soon you're saying it whenever you hang up the phone or whenever you leave. It turns into an apology. Then it's an excuse. Some @ssholes want it to be a bulletproof vest: don't hate me; I love you. But mostly it just means--more. More, more--give me something more. A couple of years from now, when you're on your own completely, if you really fall in love, if it really comes to that--and I pity you if it does--you have to look right down into the black of her eyes, right down into the emptiness in there and feel everything, absolutely everything she needs and you have to be willing to drown in it, Kevin. You'd have to want to be crushed, buried alive. Because that's what real love feels like--choking. They used to bury some women in their wedding dresses, you know. I thought it was because all those husbands were too cheap to spring for another gown, but now it makes sense: love is your first foot in the grave. That's why the second most abused word is "forever". ~ Peter Craig
''All your words are to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more.'' -J.R.R. Tolkien
''The end will not be long... But I will not end here, taken like an old badger in a trap... Will you ride with me then...? Maybe we shall cleave a road, or make such an end as will be worth a song...'' -J.R.R Tolkien
I liked hurting girls. Mentally not physically, I never hit a girl in my life. The thing is, I got off on it. I really enjoyed it. Its like when you hear serial killers say they feel no regret, no remorse for all the people they killed. I was like that. Loved it. I didn't care how long it took either because I was in no hurry. I'd wait until they were totally in love with me. Untill the big saucer eyes were looking up at me. I loved the shock on their faces. The glaze as they tried to hide how much I was hurting them. And it was legal. I think I killed a few of them, their souls I mean.