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Alexa Demie

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“All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.”

— Iain Thomas, from I Wrote This For You

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“Just because you took longer than others doesn’t mean you failed. Remember that.”

— Unknown

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Franz Kafka, the metamorphosis / Jane Austen

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Kate Chopin, from The Awakening

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“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

— Katherine Henson

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“This is not goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. but most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.”

— Nicholas Sparks

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I thought I had been surviving, and yet, what I was really doing was hanging by a string, loosely holding myself from collapsing. I was always on the verge, and I could feel that friction in my soul.

Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind

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Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind

[Text ID: “I never fought back, I learned how to cry silently, I bore my sins.”]

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“Everything is burning, my soul, body, outside, inside, heart, flesh. Do you understand? Do you really understand?”

María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus written c. March 1952

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“It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.”

— John Updike, My Father’s Tears and Other Stories

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“The more you love your own decisions the less you need others to love them.”

— Unknown

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If only there could be an invention, (…) that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.

Daphne Du Maurier, from Rebecca

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“Sometimes you have to accept the fact that there are things that will never go back to how they used to be.”

— Unknown