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Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Susan Gilbert featured in The Selected Letters of Emily Dickinson
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There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.
Virginia Woolf
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Maybe it's true that people get bored of you when you show them too much love
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What a sinking feeling. I am so heavy right now.
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“All relationships have one law: never make the one you love feel alone, especially when you’re there.”
— Unknown
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