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"Rise, rise, rise, to the meaning of life."

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“A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn’t mean in winter.”

Dragon Blood, Patricia Briggs 

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“The people who are meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, no matter how far they wander.”

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Drake - “The Motion” 

“Once one commits to telling the truth, one begins to notice how unusual it is to meet someone who shares this commitment. Honest people are a refuge: you know they mean what they say; you know they will not say one thing to your face and another behind your back; you know they will tell you when they think you have failed—and for this reason their praise cannot be mistaken for mere flattery.

Honesty is a gift we can give to others. It is also a source of power and an engine of simplicity. Knowing that we will attempt to tell the truth, whatever the circumstances, leaves us with little to prepare for. We can simply be ourselves.”

Sam Harris 

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“Somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near

Your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

Or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands”

E.E. Cummings 

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“A part of me wants you in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom, climbing under the sheets and watching whatever’s in my Netflix queue, barely even touching as we talk about our days until we fall asleep with our clothes still on.
But another, hungrier part of me wants you unbuttoning your shirt before you’re completely through my door, falling onto my bed, scrambling to make your fingers unbutton my shirt faster, while your mouth shakes out my name the entire time.”

Safe To Say A Lot’s Going Through My Head When I Think About YouLora Mathis 

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“If you obsess over whether you are making the right decision, you are basically assuming that the universe will reward you for one thing and punish you for another. The universe has no fixed agenda. Once you make any decision, it works around that decision. There is no right or wrong, only a series of possibilities that shift with each thought, feeling, and action that you experience.”

Deepak Chopra 

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“She was the one thing I did right in life. You see, I’m a person made up of fuck ups and flaws. I almost never do anything right but she, she was the one thing I did right. The one right person that I fell in love with, the one right thing that I fought for. I remember summer days along her side. I remember her scent and how inhaling it felt like coming home after being away for months. I had winter days with her in my bed and we’d talk as the rain hit dusty pavements. She was the one thing I did right. I had days when I just needed to cry and without judgment she would hold me in her arms. I remember losing her and how I told myself I’d fight for her, how one day we’d come back into each other’s lives and we’d fall in love again. I remember yesterday, and how I felt like me again. I can’t recall the broken promises, the lies, and the years she spent in the arms of another man. I just remember yesterday and how I knew she was the one thing I did right. I remember 4 AM passionate kisses as she pulled me in and my arms perfectly laid on her hips. I remember blistered feet from dancing all night against her body; I’m not much of a dancer but for her I’d dance ballets. I remember wrestling fights and piggy back rides, hand holding, and tickle wars. She was the one thing I did right because I remember car rides and how she’d nod her head back and forth to our favorite songs and I couldn’t help but smile as I stared at her. I remember the shape of her body, every curve, every bone, every wrinkle, and how she curled up by my side. I remember how she would rub my back because that was her way of saying ‘I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.’ I remember her ‘I love yous,’ and her ‘please don’t go.’ She was the one thing I did right in my life because I remember her. There isn’t a day when she does not cross my mind; there isn’t a day when I don’t wonder if she’s okay. I remember her laugh and her shaky voice when she had the lump of fear in her throat. I remember yesterday, and how I felt. She was the one thing I did right in my life but today is a new day and I swear I search, and search, and search for her. They say I need to learn to let go, they say that everyone goes through heartache. But it’s hard to breathe at night and anything anyone says are just mumbled background sounds because her voice is all I hear in my head. I want her back because she was the one thing I did right in life but all that doesn’t matter because to her I was just another mistake, another fuck up, a bump in the road, another memory in her life.”

I should have asked her to marry me.

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“Every man lives behind bars, which he carries within him.”

 Franz Kafka 

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“Despite man’s irrational desire for unity, for absolutes, for a definite order and meaning to the objective universe, no such meaning exists. It is this juxtaposition of the irrational, longing human heart and the indifferent universe that brings about the notion of the absurd.”

Albert Camus 

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“When someone’s flaws are not flaws in your eyes, you’re fucked.”

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“To be existential is to have those dark nights of the soul when the loneliness of existence becomes transparent and the structure of our confidence lies shattered around us. To be existential is to wrestle most fully with the jagged awareness of one’s own finitude, with the thunderbolt fact that I will die and that my death will be my own, experienced by no one else. To be existential is to recognize that in the face of all these somber truths, we must act…we must take responsibility for our lives; we must create the world anew.”

Existential AmericaGeorge Cotkin

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“You can’t find intimacy—you can’t find home—when you’re always hiding behind masks. Intimacy requires a certain level of vulnerability. It requires a certain level of you exposing your fragmented, contradictory self to someone else. You running the risk of having your core self rejected and hurt and misunderstood.”

Junot Díaz

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