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“Your life is a puzzle, dont waste your time trying to place people where they don’t fit.”

— Wiz Khalifa

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“Finding your passion isn’t just about careers and money. It’s about finding your authentic self. The one you’ve buried beneath other people’s needs.”

— Kristin Hannah, Distant Shores

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Caress me in your imagination where there is no time, no distance, no denials, only the beating of a heart dedicated to the veneration of what fills it with emotion.

e.v.e.

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Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.

Oscar Wilde

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-Oscar wilde. //The Importance of Being Earnest//

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“be still. breathe. the earth will continue to spin even if you are not pushing it.”

— shelby leigh

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“Why love what you will lose? / There is nothing else to love.”

— Louise Glück, from “From the Japanese”, The Triumph of Achilles

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The atmosphere in which he was raised was painfully withering, an atmosphere of indifferent grays and gloomy browns.

— Jiří Karásek, A Gothic Soul

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Brutal to love, more brutal to die. And brutal beyond the reaches of justice to die of love.

― Louise Glück, "The Queen of Carthage" from Vita Nova

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"A thousand dreams within me softly burn. From time to time my heart is like some oak whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn."

-Arthur Rimbaud

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“The thing you are most afraid to write. Write that.”

— Nayyirah Waheed

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Mama I don't want kids, I say. For the hundredth time. Mother has this look on her face, it sits still- something between disappointment and bewilderment. But who will take care of you, she says, when you're older? And that is a rotten feeling. To believe that a child is only as good as what it does for its parents. To believe you are only as good as you give. To believe you owe someone, only to feel love. Who deserves this? Who deserves this wretched snarling beast sitting in my chest, whispering, shrieking- give, give, give.

-Ritika Jyala, The Beast that makes me Give

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“It seems to me possible, even probable, that many of the nonhuman undomesticated animals experience emotions unknown to us. What do the coyotes mean when they yodel at the moon? What are the dolphins trying so patiently to tell us? Precisely what did those two enraptured gopher snakes have in mind when they came gliding toward my eyes over the naked sandstone? If I had been as capable of trust as I am susceptible to fear I might have learned something new or some truth so very old we have all forgotten it.”

— Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire 

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But my rage was there, it was there, it pretended to sleep but it never slept, the merest touch of a feather was enough to bring it howling, roaring out.

– James Baldwin, Tell Me How Long the Train’s Been Gone

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“Goodbye, that cruel, forsaken word, how smoothly it forms in the mouth. how lightly it falls off the tongue. how violently it dismantles a heart.”

— Beau Taplin, “Goodbye” (via petrichour)

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“You have learnt so much And read a thousand books. Have you ever read your Self ? You have gone to mosque and temple. Have you ever visited your soul ?”

— Baba Bulleh Shah (1680–1757), from “Look into Yourself” in “Islamic Mystical Poetry. Sufi Verse from the Mystics to Rumi”, translated by Mahmood Jamal (via finita–la–commedia)

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