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“I don't love you anymore", she whispered. "I don't love you at all." His throat closed. "It's all right, sweetheart. I love you enough for both of us.”

Kiss an Angel

Susan Elizabeth Phillips

“The voice of Love seemed to call to me, but it was a wrong number.”

Very Good, Jeeves!

P.G. Wodehouse

“Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.”

Madame Bovary

Gustave Flaubert

“If a girl starts out all casual with a guy and she doesn't tell him that she wants a relationship, it will never become a relationship. If you give the guy the impression that casual is okay with you, that's all he'll ever want. Be straight with him from the start. If he gets scared and runs away, he wasn't right for you.”

Waiting for You

Susane Colasanti

“We live in an age when unnecessary things are our only necessities.”

Miscellaneous Aphorisms; The Soul of Man

Oscar Wilde

“Much of what was said did not matter, and that much of what mattered could not be said.”

Behind the Beautiful Forevers: Life, Death, and Hope in a Mumbai Undercity

Katherine Boo

“The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too”

The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

Vincent van Gogh

“How I go to the wood Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable. I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours. Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing. If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.”

Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

Mary Oliver

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