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thoughtkick · 20 hours
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I've wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.
Voltaire, Candide
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perfectquote · 14 hours
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I think it’s beautiful the way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.
Atticus
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thepersonalquotes · 6 hours
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incidentalcomics · 22 hours
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My new book POETRY COMICS is out this week from Chronicle Kids Books! You can read more about the process of making a visual poem at my newsletter:
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quotefeeling · 3 hours
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If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people.
Virginia Woolf
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the-inspiring-quotes · 21 hours
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thoughtkick · 9 hours
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I am sorry someone loved you badly, and that they made you feel like you take up more space than you deserve. I am sorry they abandoned you when you need them the most and it has made you believe that love is an awful thing that hurts.
Nikita Gill
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perfectquote · 12 hours
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Time always exposes what you mean to someone.
Unknown
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thepersonalquotes · 13 hours
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apoemaday · 22 hours
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Letter to a Lost Friend
by Barbara Hamby
There must be a Russian word to describe what has happened between us, like ostyt, which can be used for a cup of  tea that is too hot, but after you walk to the next room, and return, it is too cool; or perekhotet, which is to want something so much over months and even years that when you get it, you have lost the desire. Pushkin said, when he saw his portrait by Kiprensky, “It is like looking into a mirror, but one that flatters me.” What is the word for someone who looks into her friend’s face and sees once smooth skin gone like a train that has left the station in Petersburg with its wide avenues and nights at the Stray Dog Cafe, sex with the wrong men, who looked so right by candlelight, when everyone was young and smoked hand-rolled cigarettes, painted or wrote all night but nothing good, drank too much vodka, and woke in the painful daylight with skin like fresh cream, books everywhere, Lorca on Gogol, Tolstoy under Madame de Sévigné, so that now, on a train in the taiga of  Siberia, I see what she sees  —  all my books alphabetized and on shelves, feet misshapen, hands ribbed with raised veins, neck crumpled like last week’s newspaper, while her friends are young, their skin pimply and eyes bright as puppies’, and who can blame her, for how lucky we are to be loved for even a moment, though I can’t help but feel like Pushkin, a rough ball of  lead lodged in his gut, looking at his books and saying, “Goodbye, my dear friends,” as those volumes close and turn back into oblong blocks, dust clouding the gold leaf that once shimmered on their spines.          
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quotefeeling · 2 hours
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I don't know what living a balanced life feels like. When I am sad, I don't cry, I pour. When I am happy, I don't smile, I glow. When I am angry, I don't yell, I burn. The good thing about feeling in extremes, is when I love, I give them wings. But perhaps that isn't such a good thing, cause they always tend to leave and you should see me, when my heart is broken. I don't grieve, I shatter.
Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey
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emotionalwords · 11 hours
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thoughtkick · 3 hours
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It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.
Suzanna Collins
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perfectquote · 2 hours
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Continue to share your heart with people even if it’s broken.
Amy Poehler
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thepersonalquotes · 3 hours
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thehopefulquotes · 4 hours
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You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.
Unknown
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