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"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." —Anais Nin

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"You’ll meet her. She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her." —Pan’s Labryrinth

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"Those who walk away from you in the dark should be forgotten in the light." —I Wrote This For You: The Things I Have Felt Have Torn Me Apart

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"You either like me or you don’t. It took me Twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else." —Daniel Franzese

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"I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more." —Maurice Sendak 

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"Things are as they are. Looking out into it the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations." —Alan Watts
"It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it." —Charles Bukowski, Pulp
"Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone like you." —Iain Thomas

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"Can you lose your favorite person without losing yourself?" —Jerry Spinelli 

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"But we’re too lost to lose hope. Maybe the night seems so dark because the day is much too bright" —Thursday (song: Tomorrow I’ll Be You)

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"I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me." —Margaret Atwood 

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"Thinking is the most unhealthy thing in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any other disease." —Oscar Wilde, The Decay of Lying
"It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them — and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on — this desperate need — and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other." —Madeleine L’Engle 

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"This morning, with her, having coffee." —Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise.

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