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39 Ways to Calm Down

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Avengers: Endgame (2019)

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The door unlocks and he walks into the warmth, and that unique smell. Unfresh paint, faint mildew, unloved food eaten in boredom, and the smell of dejection, the shoulders slumping down, the head bowed, the body caving in upon itself. A meagre smell. Onion farts. Cold naked feet, damp towels, motherless years. The smell of misery, lying over everyone within like an enchantment.

Margaret Atwood, “Hag-Seed”

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The sun appeared to roll below the horizon, although in fact the horizon rolled away from the sun. In the instant when all the remaining light of day was indirect across the red western sky, the breeze quickened again and became a wind aborning, as if all were a clockwork.

Dean Koontz, “The Forbidden Door”

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Life is finding people you love and then losing them, sometimes after sixty years, sometimes after a few months or even a week, all the loss meant to keep you humble and remind you that life is likewise stamped with an expiration date, so that you'll use your days to the best of your ability, in the service of what is good.

Dean Koontz, “The Forbidden Door”

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He could tell from across the room that she was lovely, but when she is near enough to look him in the eyes the loveliness - the shape of her face, the contrast of her hair against her skin - evolves into something more. She is radiant. For a moment, while they look at each other, he cannot remember what he is meant to be doing.

Erin Morgenstern, “The Night Circus”

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There is love and loss at the same time, together in a kind of beautiful pain.

Erin Morgenstern, “The Night Circus”

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She was young and clever and beautiful. Because if the girl had not been beautiful and clever, she would have been easier to resist, and then there would be no story at all.

Erin Morgenstern, “The Night Circus”

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She pictures the same fingers inscribing each letter she has received and read so many times that she has committed them to memory, finding it strange that she feels shy with someone she knows so well.

Erin Morgenstern, “The Night Circus”

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When she opens her eyes, they are standing on the quarterdeck of a ship in the middle of the ocean. Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.

Erin Morgenstern, “The Night Circus”

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I have tried to let you go and I cannot. I cannot stop thinking of you. I cannot stop dreaming about you. Do you not feel the same for me?

Erin Morgenstern, “The Night Circus”

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She leans forward and kisses him, not on the cheek, as she has a handful of times before, but on the lips, and he knows in that moment that he will follow her anywhere.

Erin Morgenstern, “The Night Circus”