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I Fell in Love with Hope

Lancali .

Top 10 Best Quotes

“Just because the stars fell doesn't mean they weren't worth wishing on.”

“No, not depressed. They ruined that word for me. I think the worst feeling in the world is telling someone you’re in pain and hearing them say there’s no wound.”

“People have this delusion of inherent purpose as if fate is written in stone when really the pen has always been in our hands”

“Because you don't lose someone once. You lose them hearing a song that reminds you of their smile. Passing an old landmark. Laughing at a joke they would've laughed at. You lose them infinitely.”

“You know you never wanted us to be happy, Sam. Happiness is a brittle, fleeting thing. You wanted us to feel loved, and we did”

“We spent our whole lives together pretending, but if you pretend for too long, reality reminds you one way or another that it doesn't like being insulted”

“Just because the stars fell doesn't mean they weren't wishing on”

“she eyes me like a book she wants to tear off a shelf,”

“Then I'll spread your ashes in the sea and walk into the waves.”

“I never feel anything,” I whisper. “But every time I remember how little you think of yourself, I feel angry. I feel like banishing anyone and everyone who ever made you believe you deserve to be alone. Because that kind of pain, it– it can ruin people, it can make them lose faith in everything, just like Hamlet did, but you? You look at me more than anyone ever has, and no one ever looks twice at me. I’m a skull in a graveyard. I’m empty.”

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Book Keywords:

grief, heartbreaking, loss, death, happiness, love, coeur-and-neo, romance, beautiful, wishes

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