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Annisa Ihsani
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November 2007
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A untuk Amanda
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2016
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Teka-Teki Terakhir
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2014
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2 editions
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Mencari Simetri
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2019
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2 editions
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A Hole in The Head
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2017
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“Semua orang aneh dengan caranya sendiri. Terkadang keanehanmu tidak cocok dengan keanehan orang lain, jadi mereka menyebutmu aneh. Tetapi terkadang keanehanmu cocok dengan keanehan seseorang, dan kalian bisa berteman.”
― Teka-Teki Terakhir
― Teka-Teki Terakhir
“Tadinya kukira orang mengalami depresi ketika ada sesuatu yang salah dengan hidup mereka. Tapi bagiku, depresi datang ketika segala hal dalam hidupku berjalan dengan sempurna.”
― A untuk Amanda
― A untuk Amanda
“Alam semesta tidak punya kewajiban untuk membuatmu merasa berharga; aku yang harus melakukannya untuk diriku sendiri.”
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“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”
― Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
― Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
― The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
“Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.”
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― Horseradish
― Horseradish
“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
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