When my world was crashing down around me,he picked up all the pieces.When I stopped breathing and tried to tear open my wrists to find the last little bits of happiness left in my veins,he was there to lace me back together….He made it easier to get out of bed.He kissed me like I was alive,like I wasn’t empty,like maybe there was something left inside me.He made my bones ache less when he touched me.He made it okay…
— I met a boy who tasted better than Prozac
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When he shall die,take him and cut him out in little stars,and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
— William Shakespeare
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…he longed to know what at that moment was passing in his mind;in what manner he thought of him,and whether,in defiance of everything,he was still dear to him.
— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
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If I am more alive because love burns and chars me,as a fire,given wood or wind, feels new elation,it’s that he who lays me low is my salvation…
Michelangelo
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The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul…beyond reason,beyond doubt,with no hope of salvation.
— Lang Leav (Dead Poets, Lullabies)
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