115 quotes found
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“...you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.”
“You were none, and now you're all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.”
“Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.”
“There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way--has an almost hypnotic effect.”
“I did not know that it was love until I knew.”
“It was from a very young age that I fell in love with this wonderful artifact--the turn of the first page is almost like a sacred ritual to me. Whenever I walk into a library, it is never without s...”
“For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.”
“Anything and everything, the two almost the same--everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.”
“It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.”
“He deftly dealt his swiftest blow--I fell further than, I was meant to go.”
“Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you.”
“The glass bottle does not know its own contents. It has no idea whether it is a vessel for the most delicious apple cider, a lovingly crafted wine, or a bitter poison.”
“...but how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?”
“First love," said Ida with a sigh. "That's the one that kills you.”
“Because sooner or later, all kinds of love - crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.”
“Audrey, if you had the choice, would you rather be his muse or be in his arms?" "I want to be both. I know it's the exception rather than the rule, but I can't hepl what I want.”
“TimeYou were the oneI wanted mostto stay.But time could notbe kept at bay.The more it goes,the more it's gonethe more it takes away.”
“Your first love isn't the first person you give your heart to- it's the first one who beaks it.”
“I have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge be...”
“Do you love me?" I ask.In your hesitation I found my answer.”
