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She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

Zelda Fitzgerald (via purplebuddhaquotes)

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She came to understand that her own happiness was a choice, so she made a promise to herself to keep her own well-being sacred.

Cindy Ratzlaff (via thoughtkick)

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Study as if you were going to live forever; live as if you were going to die tomorrow.

Maria Mitchel (via purplebuddhaquotes)

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Sadly, many people place their emphasis on managing their physical appearance and the impression they make on others. Those who seek wisdom come to understand that even though the world may reward us for wrong or superficial reasons, what really matters is who we are inside and who we are becoming.

Epictetus

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All in black went my love riding O’er Ere long she fell upon black brooks tumbling Rampant shallows taught her and dressed her in Grey grave’s clothe turmoniously kept in rapids twilight and Midnight encroached in her dutiful mind 𝄆 Porcelain dolls embed themselves under shaded lamp light 𝄇

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True love is born from understanding.

Gautama Buddha (via purplebuddhaproject)

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“The painting did not exist until I made it,” Karabekian went on. “Now that it does exist, nothing would make me happier than to have it reproduced again and again, and vastly improved upon, by all the five-year-olds in town. I would love for your children to find pleasantly and playfully what it took me many angry years to find.” 

“I now give you my word of honor,” he went on, “that the picture your city owns shows everything about life which truly matters, with nothing left out. It is a picture of the awareness of every animal. It is the immaterial core of every animal - the ‘I am’ to which all messages are sent. It is all that is alive in any of us - in a mouse, in a deer, in a cocktail waitress. It is unwavering and pure, no matter what preposterous adventure may befall us. A sacred picture of Saint Anthony alone is one vertical, unwavering band of light. If a cockroach were near him, or a cocktail waitress, the picture would show two such bands of light. Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery.” –Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via thequotejournals)

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en route for further adventures, further yearnings for adventures-and all behind me (and you) the ocean of tears which has been this life on earth

Jack Kerouac, Desolation Angels

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Sure I loved him - too much. And he loved me, only not enough. I just want someone who thinks I’m number one in his life. I’m not willing to accept emotional scraps anymore.

Amy Tan, The Hundred Secret Senses (via thelovejournals)

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Love with all your soul; If it kills you, It kills you.

a.y. (via inksomniac)

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Don’t hide the madness.

On Burroughs’ Work by Allen Ginsberg (via beatgenerationboobs)

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It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.

Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing (via thequotejournals)

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Sunday morning ,I empty of my little tricks to make life livable

Jack Kerouac

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Why is it, he said…I feel I’ve known you so many years?’Because I like you, she said, and I don’t want anything from you.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451  (via wordsnquotes)